My name's Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until I got burned. When you're burned; you've got nothing. No cash. No credit. No job history. You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in... You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who still talking to you. A trigger happy ex-Girlfriend. A friend who used to inform on you to the FBI. Family too... if you're desperate. Bottom line - Until you figure out who burned you; you're not going anywhere.

Miami

Cleaning my gun, eating yoghurt

Intelligence

Male

Yes

Burn Notice

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