That June had been exceedingly hot, following a down right arctic winter. By the time the sun crested the horizon that morning, the thermometer was already busting at the edges.
Michael Weston, however, didn’t notice the heat. After spending nearly a decade in and out of different climates, he was almost immune to even the most extreme weather conditions. That’s why he didn’t think twice about donning a sweater for his excursion across his carefully trimmed lawn to the mailbox.
His neighbor, a Mr. Frederick Pickwick, did happen to notice the woolen sweater on Weston, as he peered out the vertical blinds on his living room window. Pickwick had been documenting Weston’s life for a few months now, keeping detailed lists and logs about things such as clothing choices for getting the mail, and the brand of toothpaste he bought (The trash bin was a wealth of information for the busybody)
And so it was that on that early summer morning, Weston would come to be fired from his job at the CIA. He found out about his termination in a vulgar greeting card – the kind bachelors send to each other. The note was brief, explaining that errors like a sweater in June, or ski boots in April had the neighbors writing the government convinced he was an alien. And while he wasn’t an alien, he had certainly become a liability. The icing on the cake was that his boss had signed the card with a neatly scrawled XoXo, like a twisted lover.
Michael Weston was at a crossroads, and for once, he wasn’t sure he was prepared.
Alright, that’s not really how it happened. To find out how Weston really lost his job, check out USA Network’s Burn Notice, a new show about Weston and what comes next.