*A dimly lit warehouse setting again, but this time with a large wooden table in

*A dimly lit warehouse setting again, but this time with a large wooden table in the middle. On one side sits Mia, looking calm and composed, with her crew standing behind her. On the other side is Marco, a grizzled older man with a scarred face, looking angry and frustrated, flanked by his heavily armed men. The atmosphere is thick with tension, with shadows dancing on the walls and a single overhead light casting a dramatic glow on the table.*