Continued from The Resurectionists: Grave of the Liar...
You spend a few minutes of walking away from where Conner tipped off the security team. You see the sight of the old Jewish section come into view. No doubt the guards are still under Jack’s impressive thrall, for you have not seen the security car and the absurdly bright spotlight.
In front of you is the narrow-rusted gate you snuck through hours ago. You recall the overgrown mess outside, which shall likely fleck your pants and socks with sticky burrs once again. To your right, the cemetery stretches into a misty haze turned orange by landscape lighting. Down there it's all low-cut grass and bland slab headstones. To your left, you can see the dark road just over the low cemetery wall. Somewhere you can hear a car's distant tires glide through puddles.
The Kindred have the learned instinct to protect the Masquerade. Over one low wall, a residential neighborhood slumbered. One would recall that the quiet, dark road immediately connected the residential neighborhood to the cemetery. A road that you would be walking down soon enough if you want the straight path to the vehicle.
What do you do?