Various music of the 60s all the way to the 80s were playing throughout the roaring club. The distracted globe night club. It was the hottest spot for bounty hunters to search for clues left by James Halliday. Blue Monday by new order was blaring through the club, various avatars dancing to the song or talking among themselves in the vast crowds, He could sworn he saw Harley Quinn dancing with Tracer and Master chief.

Quickly, he shook his head, his weightless white hair flowing around his face as he shook his head, trying to regain his thoughts as he cleared his throat, his nerves were on edge. His Deep Blue eyes scanned the vast crowd, searching for someone, his foot tapping to the beat of the song. This isn't a date, this isn't a date..I'm here to search for clues with her.