A heavy metallic clang rang out through the western end of HQ. Jeff had slammed the heavy iron barricade closed after he had entered. He stood in the vacant corridor for a few minutes, unmoving, focusing on what had just happened. He could hear the screams of the bystanders, the whirring of the crusader's movements... he couldn't stop replaying it all in his mind, over and over, looking for where he went wrong. 
"Darnit..." He muttered under his breath as he threw a fist into the concrete wall. He thought about the fact that the kid had run rather than come with him to safety, but immediately told himself to be grateful that the kid had not been captured. "I'll find him tomorrow. No big deal." 

With that, Jeff headed into the living areas of HQ. Blood dripped perpetually off the finger tips of his right hand as he walked, the blood was running down his arm from a nasty looking gash in his shoulder. He figured he would head over to see Wendy first, since he wasn't fond of losing consciousness at the best of times. Then perhaps Katerina could tell him where to find that kid the crusaders were after.

Jeff walked through the main section where most of the supers liked to gather, offering no more than a smile and a nod to those who tried to speak to him. He was not in the mood for idle small talk. Besides, he had to deliver the food stores that he had gone to the surface for in the first place. Fortunately he could just drop it with Ruben on the way to see Wendy. He had to hurry though, the large bag on his back was starting to feel heavy, which for him was a bad sign. As Jeff pushed on towards the people he required, his body made it more and more difficult to move. "Bastard must have gotten me worse than I realized." He muttered again to no one in particular. It was a good thing he had brought his spear with him, as he was now using it to bear some of his weight with each step. Finally he stopped at Ruben's door and slammed his left fist into it before dropping the bag of supplies in the doorway. Jeff quickly moved on, he no longer felt like explaining the details; no he was getting too tired for that.

Wendy's little clinic, was not far now, and with the lightened Load, Jeff was faring much better. Clinic may be a bit of a grandiose term, but life in the sewers means adjusting your expectations. Jeff made it to the door way and leaned against the wall, before banging lightly to announce his presence. He took slow deep breaths as his mind continued to replay the incident that had just happened above ground.