<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>5:05 PM, April 11th 2110<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Officer Dog<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Dog, Frank<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coat (https://img0.etsystatic.com/023/0/5585742/il_340x270.548268796_gxhw.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Peter was clenching his jaw, trying to maintain his composure as the woman began to talk with a tone that was already beginning to grate on his nerves, and make him want show her just how much of an asshole he can be. Her comment was fair, regarding his current position as head. It was true, he could be taken off at anytime. If the police found out he was suffering from all sorts of mental issues since the explosion, he'd be gone. If they found out that he was a borderline alcoholic, they'd give him the boot. This job was given to him because of his experience, and knowledge on how laws regarding nanomachines work. Peter wasn't "expendable" as she put it, but rather he was as much of an asset as he was a liability. Similar to this woman, who he knew had a fairly sordid past.<br/><br/>He got the feeling she loved pushing people's buttons, as he raised his prosthetic hand to shake hers. Peter's favorite kind of person. "Oh joy." Peter grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd need a cigarette if he was going to get through this. The Commander went for another one, drawing it from the box as she told him about her own questions and comments. Oh, this ought to be good. His hard eyes glanced back up at her, Peter's tired eyes meeting Dog's intense ones. He could see something explosive behind them, though he couldn't say how. Good thing he used to be a bomb tech back in the day.<br/><br/>"Why do you make it all seem so trivial?"<br/><br/>The question made him flinch, his brow furrowed as he gave her a glare that could burn a hole through her, hoping it was a bad joke. He'd hardly call all this trivial. He was trying to rebuild a team that was once composed of his friends, only to be killed by an explosion. He had half the mind to kick her out the door, before he kicked her ass. Peter kept his composure once more though, knowing that part of the job was swallowing his anger.<br/><br/>"Why do you wake up every morning?"<br/><br/>"Because I go to sleep every night." He snapped back with the cigarette on his lips. He opened her file.<br/><br/>"Why are you still here?"<br/><br/>He asked himself that question every minute, of every day. Why did he live when the others died? Margo had a husband and child at home, a family that loved her more than there were stars in the sky. Jakob was a singer before he joined the OHSPD, and he was one of Peter's best friends on the force. Lily would always invite Peter to their group outings, when instead he would've been sitting alone at home. All these people, who he cared so much for, were dead, and he was replacing them. He came because he didn't want to make their sacrifice worth nothing. He wanted to make their deaths mean something. The thought made him sick, so he didn't care to think on it much longer.<br/><br/>"I'm here because we need someone to put this shit pile back together, and they deemed me the one to do it. As for all your other questions, we'll just keep it short, and say it ain't none of your goddamn business. Question time is over." Peter rumbled, looking away from dog as he went to the recorder. "This is Max-Tac Operations Commander Peter Akimov, beginning applicant interview five, with Allyk Dog. It is April 11th, 2110 and the time is 5:05 in the evening." He cleared his throat, leafing through her background.<br/><br/>"I read through the story we've pieced together, and I can't really see a reason for you to like police. Sure, they offered you... forgiveness, but no part of it would require you to join Max-Tac. Why are you applying for something that could potentially kill you?"