"The Second Inquisition," Julian says when you get back. "All those little slips Cainites made back when we were still alive have added up to a new inquisition, except this one is embedded in the US government. And I'm not sure, but I think it's out of control…an undirected complex of fear and rage within the military-industrial apparatus dedicated to the destruction of us all.
"They're watching us both, but they don't know exactly where we are. Not yet, anyway, but the Camarilla is both corrupt and incompetent. They might expose you accidentally or deliberately, and when the SI drags you from your haven into the sun, you won't have time to wonder which it was."
He takes out his phone, checks the time, frowns a little.
"You're going to need better security than this if you stay here," he says. "What are you going to rig up? Cameras? Poison gas, like we used in Fort Worth? Maybe, uh, laser trip wires."
"I can't stay," you remind him.
"Oh right," Julian says. "Ravnos are cursed to wander the earth like Caine. The one in Kung Fu, not the other guy. So what are you going to do?"