The bigger they are the harder they fall, they say, Rookie muses, but I for one thought he looked rather cushioned... Snapping back to it, she walks up to Bullseye and bro-fists him on the shoulder. I owe you a beer for that. But first we gotta clear this place out. They ought to keep data, people or both here that's connected to the league. Let's find it fast and get the hell out of here. Rookie remembers the laptop belonging to the roasted man and jogs down the stairs to check it out.