<div class="floatleft">(http://i1066.photobucket.com/albums/u416/InferiorRabbit/PeterAkimov.jpg)</div><strong>Peter Akimov</strong>:<br/><strong>Location:</strong>OHSPD Interrogation Room<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>12:02 PM, April 11th 2110<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Officer Frank<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Gael, Frank<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coat (https://img0.etsystatic.com/023/0/5585742/il_340x270.548268796_gxhw.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Peter was still trying to decide whether this was a joke or not, looking at the man that sat opposite of him. He tapped some ashes into the tray, his eyes burrowing into Frank's. He had his file in front of him, and while the man was... eccentric to say the least, he definitely had quite the record. It coincided with a fellow applicant named Gael, who had apparently been his partner. The two had a shared history of success within the OHSPD, which made them prime candidates for the Psycho Squad, if Peter could get past Frank's obvious quirks. His unique skill set would give Max-Tac a particularly useful knowledge of the streets, and give various connections that could be used to follow groups of interest.<br/><br/>The commander growled with a puff of smoke, pinching the end of the cigarette with his metal fingertips, and setting it down in the tray. "Alright, I'll allow it, as long as you promise to put a shirt on after this. Christ." Peter grumbled, leafing through his records in an effort to avert his eyes. He didn't care for Frank's attire. If Peter was hot in the room, then he must be on fire in that leather coat. Another thought. "Also, none of that 'sir' and honor crap. We're not the police, or military, Max-Tac operates above the typical work of the police department. So there's no need to talk like a boy scout. Just call me Peter, Pete, Boss, or any name you come up with that won't give me a conniption. Get it? Got it? Good. Now, let's get this show on the road." He was a hard-ass, but having his recruits call him Peter would work in their favor. He didn't want to give the impression of being a leader. Rather, he was simply there to serve as an experienced team member, and a connection between the Squad, and the few people they did answer to. Mainly, the commissioner and the High Council themselves.<br/><br/>With a tap of the record button, the machine's red light came to life, recording both video and audio. "This is Max-Tac Operations Commander Peter Akimov, beginning applicant interview one, with Frank King. It is April 11th, 2110 and the time is... 12:02 in the afternoon." He turned his eyes to Frank. If anyone else had shown up dressed like that, he would've said no outright. However, dedication to his job was somewhat admirable... even if it made Peter want to facepalm.<br/><br/>"From what I read, you and your partner Geirhar... fuck it, 'Gael' Ingimarsson have quite the history together. You vouched for his assignment in the Police Department, and shortly after the two of you became partners. Both of your records are quite impressive, and are partly the reason why I've chosen you two as potentials. My question is, what made you apply? It's a dangerous assignment, you must of had second thoughts. You know what happened a few months ago after all." Peter shrugged his arm, indicating his point. "If it were me, I wouldn't of applied simply because my partner did. Is that the case?"<br/>