Del raised a finger to the newly approached man, signalling that she wanted him to wait for her to be ready. She looked to the Senator with raised eyebrows. "He raises some valid points," she said.

"When has Congress ever led the American people astray?" Caldwell responded.

"And you can never be more sure that citizens' rights are guaranteed than a shady government goon telling you they are while he's forcing you out of his country. At least, in my experience." Del sized the man up. "He certainly does play the goon nicely."

"If we're rejected here, I'll have to set up a base somewhere near this fine city to see if Mr. Goon here is true to his word. Oh my, and what we'll be forced to do if we see any discrepancies with the Official Story." Woodrow shook his head sadly. 

"But think of the weekend trips to Georgia you can take," Del pointed out. "I've always wanted to try their peaches. I hear they're the best in the world. Coincidentally, I happen to know the name of a fine pair of brothers in Georgia that make bombs. Terribly inbred, unfortunately, but they still get the job done with remarkable efficiency."

"Coincidentally, I may have to get their names from you, my friend." Woodrow nodded. "I mean, sadly I have no meeting to get to with anyone in this city, and I've toured the Mall twice as much as a government official on a campaign should."