The 57 Solution
I awoke strapped to a metal chair in an operating theater. I was gagged. Above me in the auditorium sat row upon row of serious-looking men. They stared down at me intently. I tried to say something, but of course a gag has a way of preventing that. This was clearly not the IRS audit I had been "invited" to that morning. After a few minutes a man dressed in a strange uniform arrived in the theater. He looked up at the crowd of men and began to speak. "Steve Harlin could be...