Every world-spanning conspiracy has to start somewhere.
Meet Michael J. Brown. Mike is twenty-two years old, and about to graduate, top of his class, with a double major in engineering and history from a top-shelf school. Quietly rich, but not very vocal about it. Well-liked, friendly, athletic in an almost-professional level but not in any sport where he’d be expected to pursue a professional career. Engaged to be married, to a very nice girl. Mike is, in fact a marvelous specimen of man — except for that one little personality quirk of his.