The Prodigal Son
"I'll do that. And as long as it's not somebody's personal room, I can pretty much guarantee there'll be cameras. Might take me a bit to locate you. Wave for me."
It was a tight squeeze through the conduit, but as he was essentially at the head of a great branchwork of systems. Even with Liam's limited knowledge of technology, he knew that a single branching cable likely led to a single terminal, and thus the chances of encountering anything interesting were relatively low. The largest branch ran straight back to the security room where he first entered. Thus, the logical step was to take the next-largest bundle and follow it to the source.
Unfortunately for Liam, it appeared as though this conduit ran afoul of the Alhambra's subterranean redevelopments. The cables had been cut, stuffed into the conduit, and sealed off with some sort of expanding foam. Even if he was able to worm his way through that, there was likely a concrete wall on the other side.
Traversing back, and following the next-largest branch down yielded a similar result. It was time-consuming and more than a little frustrating, but after a slow float down a third tube he reached what was left of the grand foyer.
The machine gun that had been housed in this pillbox was missing, but Liam could easily identify it from having had the view on the other end. At one point, this room would have overlooked a long, high-ceiling corridor where anyone coming from the Alhambra had the pleasure of being a sitting duck.
Of course, as he came to understand the Nosferatu, and the Camarilla in general, he knew that the security was less about protection from any threat from the Alhambra, and more a message to the high-minded other clans that they had left the haven of Jacob Holloway's grand ideals, and had set foot on sovereign soil.
Now, it was an unfinished concrete wall, so close to the edge of the pillbox that Liam could reach through and touch it. The annexed edge of the new and improved Alhambra Resort & Casino. In many ways, the changes served as a message of their own.
Everything of value had been stripped from the room. Cabinets lay bare. The heavy steel door sealing the room lay unlocked and ajar. There had been a remote monitoring station, with an array of monitors showing camera feeds in a wide spectrum of imaging technologies.
The monitors were still intact, but displayed only backlit blankness. The control panel had been ripped open, and vital parts had been removed - possibly during the lockdown, or during the Camarilla's subsequent renovations. The camera pointing into the pillbox, thankfully, was intact.
Were Liam to drop down from this perch, he would find himself in the remaining end of the grand hallway. He could not tell from this angle if the access to the warrens was still intact, but he did see some sort of feature on the new Alhambra wall that seemed worthy of further inspection.
After Liam had a few minutes to take it all in, Pockets' voice came from a tinny PA speaker near the door. "There you are. Feed says 'Pillbox'. Any good drugs in there?"