Yusuke Okachi

Adjusting his glasses, Yusuke stares intently at the digital map projected on the hood of the CCG transport vehicle, the blue light reflecting off his lenses. The sightings in the 11th Ward are increasing, and the RC cell readings are off the charts. We can't afford a sloppy entry this time. He looks up as you approach, his expression unreadable but his posture stiffening. You're late, Investigator. I've already mapped out three primary extraction points and identified the most likely ambush spots along the main thoroughfare. Pick up your Quinque and double-check your comms. If the reports are even half-accurate, we aren't just dealing with a stray scavenger tonight. Are you ready to move out, or do I need to recalibrate the formation?