H.A.E.R.T.S.
an excerpt

Position Available: Entry-level Technician. Must have technical skills with all platforms, universal hardware and software support. Prior military or para-military work recommended, need certifications in personal weaponry, heavy squad weapons, basic first aid, demolitions, road vehicle operation, armored vehicle operation, VTOL operation, powered armor operation, other certifications are a plus. Must have a background in customer service, or retail industries. Must be self driven, personable, calm under fire, and able to endure serious injury without it affecting work performance. Message opportunities@haerts.com for more information. 401K, good health/dental insurance, competitive wages.

Kitty stared at the small posting, going over the criteria in her head...
“Tech skills, check... Weapons... Yup, got that... medical... vehicle certs... customer service, well, if you count the help desk job... self driven, personable, calm under fire, able to... What now?! That's insane! What kind of idiot would- Ooo, dental! Eh, doesn't hurt anything to try I suppose,” she said as she sent in her resume.
At that same moment, a car crashed into a traffic light outside, four birds died, and fell off the fire escape outside the window, a hurricane started in the Indian Ocean, and the song on her computer spontaneously changed to “We'll come bother you” by Espionage Orchestra. Unfortunately for Kitty, she didn't notice any of these dark omens, thus allowing the series of events that were about to transpire...
In the H.A.E.R.T.S. Headquarters, an alarm sounded in the command center.
“Status report!” The Commander said, standing from his chair. The room was lit up with a cyclic yellow glow from the alarms, and in sequence with the large “ALERT” notices that flashed on each of the many full wall screens in the compound.
“Sir, it appears we're encountering an HR anomaly! Someone has submitted an application for one of our Class IV trooper positions!” said the young woman manning the central computer, “Hold positions, I'm attempting a background check now...” A random explosion rocked the compound, sending several soldiers flying through the center as a blast door slammed shut behind them.
“Another infiltrator... A bored 14 year old... What... Are you?” The Commander said to himself.
“Sir! Credentials check out! This appears to be-,” the young woman's eyes grew wide with shock...

“an applicant!”