Can I Be Of Some Assistance? is the third installment of the Bunker series after Thank You For Your Cooperation and Your Call Is Important To Us. Its release is expected in the summer of 2016.

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The building's plain entrance opened onto a narrow, heavily trafficked corridor just off a busy public square. When she got there, Angolina saw signs indicating that the weekly meeting of the trash collectors' trade guild was being held there. Membership to the guild was, of course, mandatory, but as with all the trade guilds and labor unions, attendance at the regular meetings was sparse.

The few saps who had showed up – all of them young, wide-eyed, and obviously fresh out of the creche – had been coopted into a focus group being run by an overly enthusiastic marketing engineer speaking in gibberish. Obviously, they hadn't known any better, and none of their more experienced colleagues had felt generous enough to tell them.

The desperate faces of the marketing engineer's victims as they sat forlornly on the benches kept most of the people in the public square at bay, lest they themselves be drafted into the sad, little group as volunteers.

Wards of the State were, of course, immune from this particular type of unpleasantness, and so Angolina was emboldened to pass straight on through, this being the shortest route through the public square towards Dormitory K.

The marketing engineer held a plastex bag and was handing out what appeared to be bars of soap to the members of his focus group. As soon as he removed them from the wrapper, however, their surfaces began to sizzle and smoke. Fortunately, the marketing engineer's hands were protected with plastic gloves.

The members of the focus group, whose hands were not similarly protected, were loath to accept them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, do you realize you lucky you are?” the marketing engineer chirped with an affected glow. “You're getting a glimpse of Healthy Body Works' newest innovation in personalized skin care! Voila!” He held out the sizzling soap. “Lab Specimen B!”

When no one ventured to take it, the marketing engineer's tone grew slightly churlish. “There's nothing to be worried about. I'm not here to push my products. I'm here to provide you with solutions!”

He pushed the soap into someone's reluctant hands. The marketing engineer nodded encouragingly as the poor woman's skin began to turn red. A stricken look took hold of her face. She began to whimper.

The marketing engineer leaned forward. “Does it tingle with effervescence?” he wanted to know. “Is it mind-blowingly anti-everything bad?”

“It's burning my skin!” the woman with the soap cried out and extended her arm towards him. “Get it off me! Get it off me!”

The marketing engineer smiled reassuringly. “A brand that captures your thoughts captures your behavior. A brand that captures your feelings captures your commitment.” Turning to the person sitting next to her, he said, “Here, why don't you try this one on your face?”