<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Ref_A.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Francis King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12117902#msg12117902)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Interrogation Room, OHSPD Headquarters, Mega City Ohio, USoA<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Promptly at Noon on the 1st of April, 2110<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Officer Akimov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12117688#msg12117688)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Officer Ingimarsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12117979#msg12117979)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Undercover_1.1.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Frank's arrival to his interview was far from how he had imagined it even a day or so ago and it was all thanks to his current assignment, which had managed to leave him with mere moments to mentally prepare and zero time to change. The task at hand, an undercover drug sting, had nearly consumed his every waking hour for the last two weeks. Therefore, he entered the sparse interrogation room fully dressed behind the colorful - to say the least - guise of his Jaxx persona. Could he have taken the time to change or, worse still, dared to submit a request to reschedule? Sure. But at the bare minimum, it would've meant he would've been late, which was totally acceptable. That showed a lack of respect and, as far as the young officer was concerned, a level of irresponsibility he couldn't even begin to wrap his professional-centric head around. On the other end of the spectrum, it would've meant scads of unnecessary paperwork and, more than likely, additional days, if not weeks, of waiting. These interviews weren't easy to come by, not in the least, so it was either this or nothing at all. There was no room to wiggle, no grey area to dawdle in, and certainly no time to change.<br/><br/><em>Why couldn't I have been on an operation as Curtis?</em>he thought as he crossed the small chamber, picturing himself all booted and suited up as the cunty corporate spy.<br/><br/>"It's a honor, Office Akimov," he offered as he made a move to take the empty seat, hesitating only for the briefest of moments as he struggled with the small detail of removing his full-length, genuine leather and seal skin fur. In the end, he let the heavy, trademark garment remain in its place, regardless of the fact that he was already feeling a fine layer of sweat taking shape within the pits of his arms. Stripping it off would've only left him in his low-rise, skin-tight jeans and thick-soled combat boots. He already felt more than a little ballsy what with his crimson-tinted eyes, numerous facial mods, and equally elaborate tattooed torso on display. There was no need to give his potential commanding officer any more of a show than he was already being treated, er, subjected to. "My apologies, sir," he made certain to add, with a wave of one hand at his attire, as the other respectfully removed his wool skull cap and placed it on the table before him, revealing his regulation trimmed head of brown-black hair. "I've been working a gang of head hunters for the last few weeks and just yesterday morning I unlocked a credible lead. I couldn't run the risk of letting it go cold, not even for the sake of this interview."<br/><br/><em>Regardless of the fact that Gael had told me it was a bad idea</em>, he mused as his thoughts briefly went to his partner who was more than likely primping and prepping for his own interview that was to take place later today.<br/><br/>Feeling that that was all the explanation that was needed, Frank took a moment to ponder the man's offer of an off-the-record question or comment. Did he really have anything that he needed to ask or say that couldn't be part of his official transcript? Not that he could think of. He knew Officer Akimov's story well enough. Hell, who among the department didn't know the man's harrowing tale? The epic event was gaining enough momentum that it was either going to go down in the history books as a defining moment for the OHSPD or, better still, an unequivocal turning point for the whole of humankind.<br/><br/>"Proceed," he ended up offering as a simple reply as he straightened himself up in his chair. It was so easy to lose himself in his current state of dress. When he assumed the role of Jaxx he became a cocky and conceited dickwad - to put it plainly - who probably would've had his feet kicked up on the table at this point, with a stim stick dangling from his mouth, a toxic colored drink in one hand, and, well, his fully erect piece in the other, and by piece that didn't mean his trusty Archer & Wesson or Shock Jock. Yeah. No. This particular piece was the fleshy pride and joy that resided between his toned thighs, which he lavished more than a little attention upon nearly ten times a day.<br/><br/><em>Damn, could I go for a long toss just about now</em>, he pondered, as he waited for the officer to continue, before quickly chastising himself.<em>Focus Frank, focus. This is too damn important. Gael will have your balls if you blow this...not that that would be a bad thing, per say, but still! Focus!</em>