Alice went down the Rabbit Hole, Armed to the Teeth Dressed in All Black.

The journey begins signing your life away on a dotted line. From there you’re trained, drilled and moulded into a fierce killing machine. You are here to do as you are told and you cannot resist. We install an Over-Ride Chip or ORC, making you bow to our every whim. You’re young, fit and desperate. Desperate for the easy life, you want assurance, you want financial security. After 4 years working for us you’ll have enough money for a nice apartment, in a nice city. You’ll wear our boots, you’ll wear our uniform, you’ll carry our weapon, you’ll dehumanize yourself, you’ll kill for us and if we need you to, you’ll die for us. You are a Combat Unit.