Staring at a rink full of debris, she sits and admires the lovely mess. A two minute disaster, leaving behind a room full of scattered skates, pads, and bodies. She puts her skates in her briefcase and exits without a trace, on to the next location. This is what led her to the city of stars, one scarred by conspiracy, a perfect place to lay low for a while. No one dared to approach her until one day a group of women surrounded her outside a skating rink and took her against her will to a secret location. They removed her blindfold; she was sitting in a jet hanger staring at 12 ladies all dressed in RED. “We want you to join our group but have been unable to find you by name; so we tracked your location by following the trail of broken rinks left behind, like following the path of a disaster.” This is where she joined the conspiracy, and swore allegiance to this group, the Bombshell Brigade. She makes her way through never looking back at the mess left behind, un desmadre, a disaster. Watch your head!