>>5755265>>5755259>>5755212>>5755193"Hawthorne." you say tapping the older man's picture. He's the picture of an old school Gothamite, pale as the ass of the moon and with a look meaner than sin. You figure there isn't anyone better suited to bring the new in than the old heading out.
"Solid choice, he'll sand out any rough edges you may have." you rise with the other officer and begin heading into the hallway. The bright industrial lighting stings your eyes after the past hour spent in the dark interrogation room.
You see three men standing on the wall, you recognize all of them from the pictures you saw moments ago. They look to the officer with anticipation.
"Hawthorne. Retirement can wait, you got another Rook to get street ready." he says slapping the file into his chest. "You two are off the hook until the next recruits come in."
Hawthorne looks to you and scowls, you can't help but notice every stretch line on his face seems to be on the bottom.
"Fucking Sergeant." He mumbles before looking at you. He gestures quickly with the file. He walks you to an old steel elevator. You walk in and he slaps a mechanical button labelled 'B1' He thumbs through your file aggresively as you descend. "Yeah alright."
The door dings and opens to reveal a plain wall with a square bar cut into it, GCPD Brutalist Design at it's finest. He closes the file and looks you up and down.
"Sergeant Polk's a decent enough guy but I never liked the questions he used for these damn interviews. He never asks the most important one. The one that speaks about your soul." He slaps the file into your chest and stares into your eyes with an unexpected intensity.
>Why did you become a cop? 