Klaus and OTA (probably just one on this one though)
Vegas had proved to be an exciting kind of place, Klaus had a great time gambling and drinking and eating and basking in all of it, gathering together some interesting pieces to add to his wardrobe and he even managed to make himself a new friend - who he made sure got the full Vegas experience including a makeover. It had turned into a pretty great day and night.
The next morning though was another situation entirely.
There was some sort of attack, he heard someone mention aliens, but he hadn't seen any other than the ones that he knew lived in town. And he was fairly certain they weren't attacking anything. But then he heard the sound of lasers and then explosions and the world narrowed down suddenly and sharply, to the point that he couldn't hear anything other than the roaring beat of his heart and his own gasping breaths. He hadn't even gotten involved and yet he was right back in it, tramping through rice fields and jungles, covered in mud and sweat and blood watching Dave bleed out in front of him all over again.
He wasn't going to make it, he couldn't do this, he needed to get out. But he didn't know where out was anymore than he knew where the threat was coming from. Klaus found cover though, a corner he could press himself into and clutched at his own knees and waited, waited for the end of it or the end to come, whichever found him first.