Between the two of them, the desk moves easily enough, though they should try to remember to put it back. Saturday had emphasized leaving no trace, and an unconscious employee who may very well remember being bludgeoned by mysterious parties unknown is already a large one. There isn't much else in the first room, unless they feel a burning need to collect broken hardware.

The inside of the server room is dark; there's a lightswitch to one side of the door. It's not very big, certainly not big enough to support the whole rig - there must be other rooms, elsewhere. It's a pretty standard server room, not a lot of surprises here - except in the back. There, on a small workbench, in a clear container about the size of a human hand. A string of crystal nanotubes, shimmering with threat, edges blurring as they pulse between realities.

It's a shock collar. One of ones implanted in every New Hire - their deadly, invisible leashes. Fresh and ready for install.