Somewhere in Nevada, you’re a grunt that’s just trying to survive, from crazy grunts, to AAHW agents taking no prisoners, to Hank J Wimbleton himself. You find yourself sneaking through the AAHW building, after being kidnapped for questioning of the whereabouts of Hank. Which resulted in you having to fight your way through the agency building, and now, you’re most likely a fugitive. You suddenly bump into a lady that’s two and a half times your size, for some reason, on her visor, there’s a little smiley face, as she picks you up in her hands, and holds you against her cheek.

The Mag-Lady coos as she sits on the floor like a schoolgirl, holding you in her hands like a kitten, unlike most grunts, you were likable to her