America has laid claim to determination, grit, and all those other flattering, stubborn character traits. Barry breathes American air, drunk off of patriotic lies plastered in the board approved history books. The almighty United States has a particular skill set for obtaining what it wants.

A nation of opportunity only recycles wealth and power. International bartering becomes an universal language at the start of the eighties. Enemies are housed closer than ever, and meals are served upon the same table. Everyone has to eat, but the cutlery must be handled with immense care.

Barry is a glorified fork. He is the dignified manner by which US intelligence spears up subsistence. Once piloting domestic fares, now cutting through exotic airspace, Barry is escaping the mundane and chasing the fanciful. The thrill of bullets in the cockpit, and radar dodging intoxicates Barry. And a new drug is around the corner.

He re-brands himself as a knife to another allegiance, and begins to sustain opposite foes. The operation benefits him most, his country's enemy second, and his homeland the least. He owes his ingenuity to an American upbringing, and by remaining loyal to this gringo attitude he succeeds by subversive means.

A country manipulates in order to maintain order. A man buries problems with more problems. Both parties are stranded on the same boat, it is just that the former commissioned the later to this suicidal tango. The consequences for the nation state are laughable, but the individual has more vulnerabilities than the government has employees.

Greed is an obvious evil that swallows the rich and the common equally. Monetary success only gives voice to a greater vice: Self- preservation. Organizations will go to any lengths to keep their reputations intact, especially democratically operated groups. All is expendable when your brand is safety and freedom, and enemies are voted on by manila ballots.