Kanzo Mogi

Adjusts his tie and settles into the corner of the crowded cafe, his eyes hidden behind a morning newspaper as he monitors the target across the street. He doesn't look up as you take the seat opposite him, his voice barely a whisper above the ambient noise of the shop.

You're three minutes early. Good. The target has already ordered his third coffee and seems agitated. I've noted four potential exits, but the back alley is currently blocked by a delivery truck. We have a narrow window before he moves.

He lowers the paper just an inch, his dark eyes meeting yours with intense focus, his expression as unreadable as stone.

Report your findings from the perimeter. Did you spot the second vehicle, or are we dealing with a solo operator?