<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>One PM, April 11th 2110<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Officer Gael<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Frank<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coat (https://img0.etsystatic.com/023/0/5585742/il_340x270.548268796_gxhw.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Peter's eyes followed Gael to his seat, the man apparently waiting for him to finish before he sat down. Either he was trained like a dog, or he was nervous. He didn't like either possibility, which was why he was relieved to see him sit down. The man clearly prepared for the interview unlike his partner. Already he could see the difference between the two. Frank was more experienced than him, but with that came a looseness regarding code and demeanor. Gael on the other hand, apparently a gifted shooter, was taut, prepared for anything. Despite having quite a bit of time now under his belt, he was still trying to prove that he belonged. Perhaps that was a bit of stretch though, considering this was all just from a look, and his partner's interview. He hardly knew the guy, but from his records he was a better shot than most, if not all of the department. Gael was definitely Frank's foil.<br/><br/>Gael asked if he could take off his coat, earning a perplexed look from Peter.<br/><br/>"I don't give a shit. It's not like this is my house or anything. Besides, you aren't dressed like your partner, so I don't have to worry about having to stare at some guy's sweaty fucking chest for the next few minutes." Peter leafed through the information on Gael for a few seconds, flicking the ashes off a cigarette as his practiced eyes searched across the papers for anything peculiar that needed addressing. There were definitely some things that he wanted to talk about with the shooter, before he allowed him on the team. He did tell Frank that he'd probably take them both, due to their teamwork, but that wasn't a guarantee. Despite his attire, Frank had passed, and was probably going to get into the squad after a few medical examinations. Gael on the other hand, hadn't made it yet, and during those examinations, they'd definitely be looking extra hard into those eyes of his. Hell, Peter was looking at them himself, trying to decipher just how he got them.<br/><br/>Ocular tech was always popular in the underworld, and was often a sign of someone with a past in theft, espionage, and even wetwork. They were valued for their ability to see in the dark, assist in aiming, identifying, and many more applications. Peter doesn't judge people on their past. He's learned that men and women can change, and are capable of anything. Good people could become monsters overnight, just as monsters can shift to heroes in the blink of an eye. Still, there were connections to be made between his skill as a shooter, and the fact that he has extremely high tech eyes that aren't properly documented in his file. Peter blew a puff of smoke with a sigh, adjusting his prosthetic leg so that it didn't dig into the other leg. Time for a test.<br/><br/>He made a show of dropping the file on his desk, and leaning back in his chair as Peter's cold eyes watched Gael's own hypnotic pair.<br/><br/>"Quite the pair of eyes you got there," He commented, rubbing his eyes out of tiredness. "Doubt that a cop on your salary could afford them, and the story behind them in your file has a few holes in it. I'm not certain I believe it. I know how cybernetics work, where they come from, and I've worked with people who have had similar mods as you. So here's what we're going to do for this interview, before we really start recording. We're gonna play the secret game. We ask each other a question, completely off the record, about whatever we want, and the other person has to answer truthfully. The recorder is off, and I just got this room today, so I couldn't have had time to set up any recording software. If you tell the truth, or at least a convincing enough lie, you get to stay for the interview. If you lie though, you get the fuck out, and never get a chance at the Squad again, because there's nothing I hate more than lying, and not knowing who I'm with."<br/><br/>Peter leaned forward, pressing the cigarette into the ashtray with the others he already smoked.<br/><br/>"Here's the best part my friend. Once we ask these questions, and leave this room after the interview, we completely forget what was said, and never speak of it to anyone. Is that clear? So, as someone who's familiar with this game, I'll let you go first Gael. Ask me anything you want, and when you're done, I'll ask you about how you got those eyes, and why you have them. If it was done legally, through the right channels then great. If not though, then you still just tell me. So while I answer, you think about what you want to say."<br/>