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[b][color=00ddff]Location:[/color][/b] Central Precinct Meeting Room[/center][hr][hr]
Connor smirked at the disgruntled comment, he couldn't care less about his pay. The amount he received for his injury had effectively set him up for life, there was only one reason he was back. The smirk that adorned his face was far from the person he used to be, having been a model officer. He was always on time, completed all his paperwork and did everything by the book. If his former captain saw him he wouldn't know the person in front of him.

His eyes scanned the others in the room before landing upon the other man who just had abuse thrown in their direction. He donned a hat that cast a shadow over his eyes, matched to the stereotypical long coat detectives wear. The thought made him laugh to himself, not as a slight to anyone who wears them but the fact that it is almost a dead giveaway to your occupation. He had known people guilty of it in the past and they found information gathering difficult, especially in places with a large criminal element.

As he finished laughing to himself someone else entered the room, a tall man whose attire was...interesting. Ignoring his attire, a sword hung from his body, pulling Connor's attention away from his clothing. A sword was most certainly an interesting choice in a world with the proliferance of projectile weaponry. However with tight corridors and crowded streets, it would be entirely possible to close the distance on a target without taking a bullet. When the man spoke it was with a noticeable street twang, giving away he wasn't your typical detective. Either way, Connor looked around the room once more before deciding to speak up.

[color=00ddff]"Look, i'm all for introductions and what not but this is my first day back after my accident."[/color] Connor raised his right arm, pointing at it with his left arm. He continued, his bass filled voice contradictary to his words by how calm he was. [color=00ddff]"How about you guys tell me what you need done and i'll go do it?"[/color] Lowering his arm he scanned the room once more, judging peoples reactiongs to his outburst. He decided to change his approach, humanising himself from the somewhat soulless first impression he was giving the room.

[color=00ddff]"Honestly, this isn't a big man act. I just need to get back out there, I have been going stir crazy."[/color] He felt like the change would help him get his way, even if he would need to leave his comfort zone. The sooner he was back in the field, the sooner he would get his hands on Tarkov. [color=00ddff]"I just want to get my first collar done and then i'm up for introductions. First round at Meafords will be on me."[/color]