Barnett was born to a couple of nutcases. His father served with several elite units. His mother, whose water broke on a climb to altitude for "one last jump" served as well, but had found her home in intelligence. It wouldn't have made sense for Barnett to do anything else. By the time he was a teen Barney, as his buddies called him, had already won many prestigious JROTC awards, and held more certs than your average emt. Thing is, once he hit those teens he found beer, no biggie right? Well a decade later it would be; Barnetts parents were on a vacation together in Switzerland while he was on a reccy op. His team gathered all the intel they needed, delivered it, and went straight to the bar. Several beers and laughs later, they all parted ways. As Barnett got into his car he got a call from his mother. She told him what was happening and who was doing it, and he heard her last breath. Barnett disappeared into the night, so did quite a few others. No one talks about what happened that night, he's probably the only one who really knows. Whatever happened, it was fueled by beer and rage. He never returned home again, instead he began taking odd jobs with a small firm based somewhere in Cambodia. Barnett basically became a ghost, until he heard a voice from the past, "what kind of shithole you drinking in?" It was the familiar voice of Fischerr Sledge, an operator who was on the op with him the night things turned to hell. Sledge mentioned an opportunity for consistent work with some Corporation called Potius Cras. The deal sounded pretty good, Sledge told him there were beaches, hot European chicks, and all the Rasputin Kvass a man could dream of. Like a cherry on top, he mentioned how fun their data collection operations could be and how much corporate paid lead can be spewn into the undead to accomplish this task. Barnett chugged his beer and said "What are you waiting for? Lead the way."