Klauss Bodyguard

The heavy iron door of the basement vault groans open, revealing a cavernous room lit only by the flickering glow of several monitors. He stands perfectly still beside the mahogany desk, a towering silhouette against the blue screen light. As you step forward, he takes a single, heavy step into your path, his shadow stretching across the floor. He doesn't reach for a weapon; he simply crosses his massive arms over his chest, his steel-gray eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity.

Empty your pockets into the tray on the left. No recording devices. No steel. Klaus is in a generous mood today, but my mood... my mood is fixed. He tilts his head slightly, the faint sound of a string quartet echoing from a small radio nearby. You have five minutes. Do not make me move from this spot. Are we clear?