Wire
Wire was most definitely on edge in such a dangerous situation. Very few people seemed happy to be there, and those were the ones that worried him the most.
He felt a small poke from Ross as he tried to size up as many people as he could. The man leaned into his ear and whispered "This place is a powderkeg, man. Fletcher Ross got hisself an idee, though." He unobtrusively pointed out one individual seated at the table. "You seein' this fella in the black turtleneck? The one with the rent-a-cop types with rifles behind him. Serge Ionescu. Calls hisself Argus, after the giant with a hunnert eyes. I'm thinkin' if things go south, he's the guy to protect. The Bosnians will watch after Music, and Marconi has more men than anyone, not to mention La Sombra is watchin' his back. But this fella Argus is some kinda spymaster, see? Got informants and wiretaps and drones, that kinda thing. A knowledge broker. If anyone here has hard intelligence on Legion, it's Argus. So we keep him alive at all costs, get me?"
Wire gave him a hard look that lasted but a second. Weren't they hired specifically to protect Marconi and Music? Prioritising the acquisition of intelligence was secondary surely! And how on earth did he know about this specific guy? Sure every thug knew their big bosses, and they knew their big bosses competitors. But this man in the white suit recognised the spy master of the underworld. He could assume that they had had dealings in the past; he'd fought the Yakuza at some point in time, so that wasn't too much of a stretch. But it still bugged him. It meant that the chances that he had his own agenda beyond getting paid, and beyond any form of loyalty, had increased. The possibility of more being to him persisted at the back of his mind.
Not that he showed it in that single second of thinking time. Wire nodded and decided to pry "Sounds like a good plan. So how come you're so knowledgeable of Mob Bosses?"