430 Congress Street, Washington D.C.
This was the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee.
In the chairman's office on the top floor, Marcus Crassus was sitting in his chair, holding a cup of espresso.
The office door was thrown open.
Daniel Sanders strode in.
The old Senator from Vermont looked travel-worn, and his slightly oversized suit jacket still carried the heat from outside.
He was clutching a blue folder.
"Daniel?"
Marcus set down his coffee cup, a look of professional surprise on his face.
"I thought you were still in the Senate, fighting with the Republicans over that damn budget bill. What brings you here?"
Sanders walked to the desk and placed the blue folder flat in front of Marcus.
"Take a look at this."
"There's a group of people who want to join us."
Marcus frowned, looking from the folder to the strangely-acting old Senator before him.
"Party applications?"
