"Ah, Agad the Imperishable," Qui greets you as you approach the front door. He lowers his voice and waves you inside where you won't be overheard by mortal ears. "We've evacuated every floor of the building and kept the crime scene clear of interference. I managed to smuggle Bouchard up there through a service entrance; he and Vivian joined my people on a sweep. And Lucca should be just about done checking the surveillance footage."
"Vivian's here?" you ask, surprised. It's been a while since you'd seen the Primogen. She seemed largely recovered when you saw her at the council after her crucifixion, but you hadn't expected her to be here sifting through the remnants of a terrorist attack on Elysium.
"I was as surprised as you are," Qui admits. "But I shouldn't have been. She's always had an uncanny insight into everything going on in this city, even when she has no means or business to know about it. I couldn't exactly deny her—she's a Primogen and she has as much right to attend Elysium as any other Kindred."
"That and you didn't want her to cause a scene," Lucca cuts in, emerging from a small, unmarked door behind the security desk. "Nothing unusual on the recordings," she says. "But there was evidence of remote tampering. Whoever it was covered their tracks well—with enough time, I might be able to track down an approximate location, but they'll have moved on by then."
"Of course," Qui grumbles, scratching the scarf at his neck absently. "I'm going to head upstairs. If either of you find anything interesting, let me know."