The floor jerks below your feet, smashing you against the window overlook. Glass cracks as you fall away, but when a second explosion rocks the entry stairs, a young woman flies backward from the impact, smashing the window into a million glittering pieces as she plummets to the concrete floor below. With the sound-proofed barrier shattered, screams of terror reach your ears—the mortals below are panicking and fleeing for their lives as the exhibits catch fire.
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"God fucking damnit!" Bouchard yells as he falls back from the glass. "You guaranteed us sanctuary here, Alisha! Where was your security?"
Ms. Grey gets to her feet with surprising grace even as another explosion rocks the building. Smoke billows through the shattered glass, wreathing her golden hair like a dusky halo. "Either my security team is dead or they'll soon wish they were," she growls.
Fire starts to flicker on the opposite side of the exhibition hall and you feel the creep of feral fear tingling down your spine.
For a moment, it looks like Bouchard is about to attack Alisha—flames dance in his eyes and you're worried he may have lost himself to the Beast. Fortunately, you're not the only one who notices the impending clash. Qui rushes forward and pulls Bouchard away; whatever words he says that calm the old Sewer Rat are lost in the cacophony of fleeing mortals and Kindred.
Alisha spares you a quick glance. "What are you standing around for? It's an avant-garde exhibit, but I wouldn't stoop to such theatrics as part of the show. I'd suggest you leave as soon as you can." She whirls in place and adjusts her wrinkled dress as she stalks through a door leading further into the building, slamming it shut behind her with a melodramatic flourish.
More than half of the mezzanine is empty by this point. Qui's disappeared with Bouchard, the rabbi Alisha was talking to has vanished, and you just catch a glimpse of Jordan fleeing down the stairs out of the building. Something damp rains down from above and you realize that the hall's fire suppression systems have kicked in—you can't even hear it over the chaos, but it seems to be doing its job—the building will most likely survive the flames.
In the back of the exhibit through the jagged remains of the gallery window, you catch a glimpse of a trio in black—it looks like they might be planting another bomb. The attackers likely won't survive for long now that over a dozen vampires are after them, but it could look good to do your part tracking them down. Then again, you might have other priorities.