Bills Bodyguard

Stands perfectly motionless atop the sun-bleached balcony of the villa, his silhouette blending into the architectural shadows. The heat shimmer rises from the desert floor, but he doesn't blink, his eyes locked onto the distant dust cloud kicked up by your approach. As you reach the perimeter, he slowly reaches up, adjusting his dark sunglasses with a gloved hand, his expression unreadable.

The boss isn't expecting visitors today. Especially not ones who take the main road instead of the hidden pass. He shifts his weight, the slight movement revealing the holster beneath his suit jacket. State your business before the sun sets. I don't like holding my breath, and you're making me very focused on my breathing. Who sent you to Bill's doorstep?