The motorcycle speeded up again beside us. Then Andrew hit the driver, and the motorcycle swerved off and flipped over, throwing the person off it into the ditch. "Stop the car, Enrique," I shouted again. We got out and walked over to the ditch. "Pull the helmet off," I said to Andrew as we all looked on. Jack Stone and Agent Andrew continue their operatives every day without many knowing that they exist. They know that one day, their sins will catch up with them, and they too will be just statistics. This does not keep them from doing what they think is right-even if doing what's right is wrong in the eyes of others. Our flag and what it means is much more important than the lives of a few, like Jack Stone's and others'. One day, Jack will question if that is even right. Jack knows that the only way out of this kind of life is in a box.