Fictional Finances: Michael Westen of “Burn Notice”
Living in Miami can be expensive, especially if you’ve been burned. Just ask Michael Westen, a disgraced spy living in Miami and trapped there by his “Burn Notice” (USA Network).
Life on Easy Street
Before he was sold out by someone more powerful than he, Michael Westen was an international field agent - presumably for the CIA. Based on his level of technical proficiency and the sensitivity of the jobs he was given, it is safe to assume he made a nice living. The base pay for a top non-supervisory field agent is around $79,000 annually, and with Miami locality pay, the number increases to $98,000. That buys a lot of Cuban sandwiches.
But base pay is only part of the picture. As a jet-setting international man of espionage, Westen had access to a nearly unlimited expense account. On-scene weapons procurement, bribes and elaborate escape plans all require serious capital. Not to mention any “bonuses” he may have earned by neutralizing a particularly troubling target. All in all, he was sitting pretty.
Feel the Burn
After escaping death when his cover is blown, Westen was dumped in Miami, where he grew up. It was there he discovered just how bad a burn notice could be. No job, no identity, no social security number, no credit or personal history and a frozen bank account.
He managed to find a loft above a bar in a seedy part of town. Based on current rental information, a loft in Miami like Westen’s rents for around $800 per month. He grabbed his father’s old muscle car for wheels, so he saved some money there. But paying off the right people to find out how and why he was burned costs money, so Westen has to take a few “odd jobs” off the books.
Like any business, Westen’s requires start-up capital. For openers, a Sig Sauer P226R 9mm pistol (the gun preferred by special ops guys the world over) retails for $1,200. Given the current shortage of ammunition, Speer Gold-Dot Hollow Point 9mm rounds are selling for $1.50 each. Multiply that by 5,000 or so and, well, you get the picture.
Westen runs with a sketchy crowd, too. There’s Sam, a former SEAL turned FBI informant who is a bit of a shlub, but who always manages to come through for Michael whether he needs inside information or a good trigger man. There’s his on-again, off-again girlfriend Fiona, an ex-IRA assassin and demolitions expert who never met a mercury detonator she didn’t like. His brother Nate is a born con man. And his friend Barry is an international money launderer and identity thief.
Identity theft is actually Westen’s stock-in-trade. In the variety of assignments he accepts, he always impersonates someone else, sometimes with full credentials provided by Barry the money launderer. While he is always a good guy, Westen illustrates just how easy it is to have your identity compromised and why it is a good idea to take the necessary steps to avoid identity theft.
By helping the right people out, Westen manages to make enough money (all cash, of course) to keep yogurt in the fridge for himself, beer on ice for Sam and miles of detonation cord for Fiona. Though he’s trying desperately to get back in the good graces of his former employer, he may discover that the security of a government paycheck might not equal the freedom and profitability of freelance spy work.
