It wasn't that long a drive out of the cesspits of Utah into the even more arid, but far more entertaining deserts of Las Vegas, Nevada. Hard to believe they was both settled by the Mormons, hah? Someone musta gotten their messages lost somewhere. Bullseye doesn't have to think which ones he prefers.
The man he's got tied up like a hog in the back of his van is quiet for the moment, but that won't last long. That's alright. Bullseye has some questions he needs answered anyway. Pulling over into a restaurant parking lot, he gets out, opens the back door - careful to make sure his hostage is still unconscious and not waiting to jump him - climbs in and locks back up.
He'll need the suit - if Barton doesn't have it on him, he'll get ahold of one. But first and foremost, he needs answers.
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