The metal detector and search cleared the agents, confirming to the secret service that they were carrying now weapons or bombs.
The foyer was a nice place, upper class, nice art, good carpeting, decent paint. The sort of thing you'd expect. The study to the right had its door closed, it appeared to be the senator's office. Aside from you and the agent, nobody else was in sight. Once or twice, while you were inside, the lights flickered.
"Okay, the generator's in the basement," the agent said. "The senator's in her office, and she is not to be disturbed under any circumstances. You need to go in there, you come talk to me first. Same deal for the security room."
"Williams, get out front," the agent then said into his earpiece radio. "Williams? Williams? Damn interferance. Johnson!" he shouted. "When you're done, go find Williams. The radios are down again."