After a quick glance to make sure you won't be observed, you quietly duck back through the interior stairwell, opposite the few Kindred still evacuating. You descend carefully as yet another explosion rocks the building, sending concrete and drywall dust into the air.
You ask yourself what you're doing taking a risk like this. At this point, who would even know if you actually attempted to complete your task? Surely these would be considered extenuating circumstances if you fail to honor your part of the bargain. And yet…a part of you knows that a failure here would mean the end of your nascent alliance regardless of circumstance.
You're on the main floor now, and the walls fairly glisten with a fresh coat of bone-white which extends out into the exhibition hall beyond the limits of the corridor. The sound of screaming kine has largely dissipated during your descent; either they're dead or escaped, you have no way of knowing. You creep down the back hallway toward the basement door, watching for any of Alisha's guards. These areas of the building are more spartan than the public-facing hallway, and the new paint thins as bone-white walls give way to a sickly yellow.
You round a corner and catch a glimpse of the door leading to the basement. Before you can approach, the knob twists in place. Someone is opening it from the other side! Anyone still in the building is most likely one of Alisha's powerful servants. You prepare yourself for the worst.