It was another depressing day in Bluey's depressing apartment, standing still in her shower, she had nothing to do but contemplate if she had made the right choices in the past, although she was lost in her thoughts, she heard her phone ringing on the table. She got out of the shower and picked up the phone.

Bingo: "Hey Bluey! It's been a while since we've spoken, right?"

Bluey: "Yeah..."

Bingo: "Let me guess... Did I wake you up from your depression nap? Eh, forget it, I've heard that you've been in a rough spot since you've been discharged from the ATO's sewer team, well for a person like you, there's nothing much that you could do other than stare at a freshly painted wall and watch it dry, might as well call it entertainment."

Bluey: "Hey, how did you know about that?"

Bingo: "Wait, really? Anyways, I've got some good news for you regarding your employment status, it's similar to the ATO's "Tax Reclamation Services" but you'll have to adjust to a more... Corporate mindset."

Bluey: "Wow... I- uh... Thanks, Bingo."

Bingo: "Don't sweat it, I already work at your future workplace, I'll be guiding you on your next missions, I've already created an account for you on MyWorkSpace so you can start up anytime you want, assuming you didn't sell your gear. Oh right, I almost forgot to mention it, the company requires you to spend at least 15 minutes on both mental and physical conditioning, the Higher-Ups need your mind and body to be clear and ready, no breakdowns, got it?"

Bluey: "Yeah, got it, thanks sis."

As Bluey hung up the phone, she heard the sounds of gunshots across the street, it was another crazed gunman on the loose, like any other day at least she now has a reason to kill someone, might as well call it target practice. She grabbed her gear and suppressed pistol and left her empty apartment and then headed to her new job's building, Cruelty HQ to get a briefing for her next job.