Claire adjusted the collar of her black blazer as she marched through the hallway of the J. Edgar Hoover high-rise, making sure it lined up with the collar of her white button-up blouse. It was a bit early for her to be in to work yet, but she received a text message from her boss saying that he wanted to speak to her. There was no reason as to why; and Claire speculated the few possible reasons there could be. It was either about the case she and her partner just closed, a new case he wanted her to take, or someone filed a complaint - likely a suspect she was too rough with. Taking a brief pause outside of her boss's office door, Claire collected herself with a deep breath, then knocked. The man's gruff voice told her to come in and she slipped through the door as calmly as she could manage, lingering there. "Ah, Claire. Come in and have a seat." Her boss glanced up from the papers on his desk and motioned for her to approach his desk. "You, um, wanted to speak to me, sir?" She asked, her uncertainty made clear in the tone of her voice. She sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk, literally on the edge of her seat. "Indeed," The older man said with a nod and added, "Don't look so worried. You're not in any trouble." Claire looked stricken, realizing her angst must have slipped past her poker face. That left only two possibilities as to the subject of the impending conversation. "It has been brought to my attention that some underhanded operations are taking place within Haddon Defense Industries. It's not clear how far up the ladder the scandal goes, but there appears to be some very important people involved. One of the techs there has come forward with evidence he found of the company's fraud and I want you to be security detail while we investigate the matter in case complications arise." Claire blinked, her poker face again giving way. Slowly her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped. "What?" She gasped, the word hardly more than a whisper. "'Security detail?' I-I've never done -- I have no experience with security detail and you want me to babysit your witness?! Do you want us both to die?" She raised her voice, flailing her hands in wild emphatic gestures. "Come now, you're overreacting. We've already secured a safe location and we'll have backup ready to assist you. But as of right now, you and Curtis are the only ones not in active investigation." Claire sank despairingly into the chair. Randy Curtis was her partner who worked just about every case with her. She wondered if they would work this one together, too. "What about Randy?" She asked, to which her boss shook his head a little. "We need him to do the investigation." It was shortly after that that Claire stormed out of the office to her own, where she let loose her frustration. That was a few days ago. Now, Claire was walking into work, a travel bag slung over one shoulder. It had a few changes of clothes and her necessary amenities that should last her until this whole thing was over. She hadn't even met the guy she was supposed to be guarding yet. This would be the first time.