"That may be true, sir," Gerard says. "I know little about the inner workings of your organization, but I would speculate that there are few of these Archons to go around, otherwise their presence wouldn't be cause for such alarm." He clears his throat. "In any case, Ms. Corliss would like you to come to her office early tonight. Presumably regarding the recent arrival."
Hunger gnaws at you. "Are there any vessels waiting for me?" you ask.
Gerard shakes his head. "These nights have been largely chaotic. Ms. Grey typically replenishes your supply of vessels, but as I'm sure you can understand, she's been indisposed since the events of last night. Might I suggest you take some time to hunt before going into the office tonight? It could clear your head. Ms. Corliss won't be expecting you immediately, and with this Archon around, you won't want to be stepping into the political pool while you're hungry."
It's practical advice. At this rate, you'll grow accustomed to hunting again. The pampered life of upper Camarilla society had blunted your fangs, but sharpening them on new victims almost makes you feel alive again. "I'll do that," you say. "Thank you for the advice, Gerard."
"Of course, sir." He purses his lips, pondering over something before speaking. "This Archon, whoever she is, has the entire region's underworld quaking. My informants don't know her name, but the bosses are laying low and keeping quiet."
"So she's been here before?" you ask.
Gerard nods. "I heard stories back when I was active in the syndicate about a woman who single-handedly killed every member of an arms smuggling ring. They called her 'The Demon.' We were left high and dry, looking for good hardware for months afterward. Word is, the same woman was seen on the street late last night, exiting the police station after visiting with the Sheriff. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together and realize the Archon and the Demon are the same person. Keep your eyes open and play things safe, okay, sir?"
You nod. "Thank you, Gerard. Let me know if you hear anything else."
"Of course."
You're just about to head out when you remember your Desert Eagle. You hadn't brought the weapon with you the previous night, and you regretted it. Then again, tonight, you'll most likely be speaking to an Archon alongside your sire. Going to a meeting like that strapped to kill might not be seen as good form. Of course you could always try to conceal the weapon, but one doesn't become an Archon by missing the small details. Do you want to bring your weapon with you?