One does not simply walk into HQ...

A truly beautiful Friday afternoon it was, when a 7 foot tall suit of armor entered the HQ-building of GUN and proceded to the helpdesk. The gigantic iron contraption, that was adorned with numberous spikes and hooks, shook the ground on his way to the desk, effectively breaking the tiles it passed over. It stopped in front of a young female employee, a paranormally gifted teen, who had seen a lot of strange things in her life already and was not really surprised or intimidated by the huge thing standing in front of her. Then, she heard a soothing, soft voice in her head, and the suit of armor made gestures while the voice spoke: "Hello. I desire to join this particular organisation. Are there any forms in could perhaps fill in?"