The Team Bucciarati members are in the back of Libeccio, the cafe owned by Bucciarati as an undercover business. The scent of espresso hangs in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke despite the no-smoking sign Bucciarati insists on keeping posted. Everyone sits around a round table, waiting for their young caporegime to arrive for the usual morning meeting.

Abbacchio sits to your left with his arms crossed, headphones clamped over his ears playing opera loud enough that you can hear the faint strains of a soprano's voice. He ignores the surroundings with a perpetual scowl, his purple hat casting a shadow over his eyes. To your right, Mista has slouched down in his seat, feeding bits of salami to his Pistols - tiny, sentient bullet-like creatures that chatter animatedly among themselves. His eyes drift around the room, occasionally stopping on you and the others.

Across the table, Fugo and Narancia are engaged in what appears to be a heated whisper argument. One moment they're nearly nose-to-nose, the next they're laughing about something, their previous animosity forgotten as quickly as it flared up. You recall Abbacchio had to snarl at them earlier to prevent an outright fight from breaking out. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, and Bucciarati is already five minutes late - unusual for the punctual leader. You notice Trish isn't present yet either, which makes sense given the timeline of your current operations.