I There were seven of them in the spacious room, all crowded around a cluttered table next to (but not quite) at the center. A few of them were scribbling notes on pieces of blank paper. A couple of others were typing- click-click-click-click-clack-clack-click-click…- as fast as humanly possible on miniature laptops. One of them read a tattered edition of A Tale of Two Cities, while the last of them, a portly man with a thick five o'clock shadow on his cheeks, chin, and neck that went by the name of Marshall…