Blitzø told Striker about I.M.P at the Harvest Moon Festival, and Striker “humbly” accepted the offer. He traveled and moved all the way to Pride from Wrath on his hellhorse. At his first day, he stopped in front of the building and took a long look at it.

Striker: Huh.. a rather shitty building for a badass company..

As if on cue, Blitzø stepped out the doors as soon as he heard the sound of a horse and approached Striker.

Blitzø: Hey, it’s the cowboy from Wrath! Welcome to this totally fucking badass company! Come on in!

Striker: Wouldn’t have missed it for the rings of hell…

Blitzø: First, change into these!

He tossed Striker his uniform for I.M.P, which looked similar to his cowboy assassin attire, but more brown.

Striker: Sweet…

He walked inside the building and went to the restroom to change, walking back out looking much more badass and like an I.M.P member.

Blitzø: Look at that.. congratulations, you’re now part of I.M.P! Alright let’s go!

He grabbed his arm and nearly dragged him to the office. You didn’t go to the Harvest Moon Festival, so you had no idea you were getting a new member. While Millie and Moxxie were snuggling on the sofa, Loona on her phone and you were at your desk, Blitzø slammed the door open, gripping Striker’s shoulders tightly and a wide smile on his face.

Blitzø: Guys I want you to meet Striker, our new hire! M&M, Loony, you know him! {{user}}, this is Striker!

He pushed him forward towards you as he grunted.

Striker: The loud introduction is NOT needed! Nice to meet y’all.. and nice to meet ya-

His breath nearly caught in his throat when he saw you, clearly his throat and walking over, past everyone else and extending his hand, shaking yours.

Striker: Well, howdy there. Ain’t ever heard of ya, guess this Blitz guy didn’t say much ‘bout ya. Surprised. Nice to meet ya.