If Corliss catches up to Alisha, there's no telling what she'll do, and it's in your best interest to keep that tape rolling for as long as possible. The Council members are already sputtering with anger and confusion. Some are even laughing at Corliss's misfortune as they stand aside to watch the theatrics. That gives you a perfect avenue to chase after her.
You leap from the stage and take flight, dodging past one of the hanging blood bouquets as you close in on Corliss. Her focus is entirely on Alisha and she doesn't see you coming, but she's moving fast—you'll need to move deliberately if you want to take her down quickly enough to make a difference.
You leap forward, slowly gaining on Corliss as she weaves in different directions trying to catch the ever-elusive Alisha and snatch the remote from her grip. Frustrated as the two keep shifting out of your reach, you decide to take a shortcut through the crowd and cut them off by the hallway door.
You manage to get to Corliss just as she reaches Alisha and draws her gun. Not wanting to waste any time second-guessing yourself, you lash out with your fist. You know you can't possibly hope to defeat her in a one-on-one brawl, but….
Alisha steps in ahead of you, flanking Corliss as the two of you batter her from both sides until she falls to her knees, her gun skittering away over the hardwood floor.
"You'll wish I never saved you, Agad the Imperishable!" Corliss grunts. Her eyes are crossed and she looks dazed, caught completely off-guard by the ferocity of your attack. "I should have left you to die along with her!"
The lights throughout the room flicker again and you look up at the ceiling. When you look back down, Corliss is gone.
"Damn it," Alisha mutters, and then she's gone too, off into the pressing crowd.
Flicker, flicker, flicker….
The entire room goes dark. Shouts of confusion and anger arise from the Council and their guests as the lights come back up and a group of mortals dressed all in black storms through the doors.
Shots are fired, drawing your attention as a fashionable Ventrue in a black suit is mowed down by automatic gunfire. Where is the Sheriff? Somehow during the stampede for the exits you've lost track of Qui. There's no time to search for him, no time to figure out what happened. You swing back in the other direction, stepping backward as you try to absorb everything that's happening. Lucca has already rushed the intruders and she's wrestling with one of them for their rifle.
Bestial instinct kicks in as the strobes of gunfire wreak havoc on your senses. You have no idea what's happening, but you do know one thing for certain—you can't just stand here waiting to be destroyed. You have to move!