"It certainly appears that way," Qui says. "I'm still not entirely convinced that she's responsible for the recent attacks, but the more information I recover, the worse she looks—at least on the Arundel front. Fortunately, Corliss still believes that I'm working under her direction." He presses a button on the far wall and the barred jail door pulls open along its automatic track with a high-pitched whine. You step out of the cell, grateful and nervous at the same time. "Walk with me. We'll talk more once we're out of the building."
The upper level of the office building seems entirely empty, but when the elevator lets you out on the ground floor, you're immediately swarmed by a sea of mercenaries in black riot gear. "Sir!" one of them says. "We were told you'd be transporting a prisoner?" He watches you closely.
"Yes," Qui says. "Now step back and let me do my job." The merc obligingly removes himself and the bristling wall of mortal defenders splits down to middle to allow you to leave. Once the two of you are settled in the Sheriff's aging silver sedan, he sighs with relief.
"You thought they were going to stop you?"
"Fifty-fifty." He adjusts his collar self-consciously. "I'm in this up to my neck." He guns the engine, but lets it idle. The car is in desperate need of a tune-up. "Now that we're clear, I'll elaborate. What Corliss doesn't know is that I've recovered a significant amount of information through Alisha Grey's records. The bombing at the exhibition left some pretty serious security holes in her computer systems that my black-hat specialist was able to break through. Luckily, Alisha's understandably paranoid. She's been working to help cover up a conspiracy Corliss had with the Tremere. You know the Warlocks she had us purge the other night? Corliss is mopping up after herself and Alisha doesn't want to be the next check-mark on your sire's to-do list. So she's gathered a file of what she calls 'Fuck You' data to pull Corliss down with her if she's next on the chopping block."