Jaden was patient and meticulous in everything he did. The years had taught him that patience was the only way to success; and yet here he was, frustrated and impatient. It seemed no matter what he did, no matter where he went, he could not avoid running into these same intensely emotional people.
He had begun his search for any survivors, and sure enough, had found traces before too long. A cigarette butt, still warm to the touch; a discarded food wrapper, with crumbs still left that the rats hadn't got to; a distant cry or laugh, faint but audible, in the distance. He had followed these signs, gradually increasing in frequency, and they had eventually led him to a patrol, much like the one Bridget & Wolfe had encountered earlier.
Lacking any other ideas, he decided to follow them.
In a way, they had given him what he wanted; they led him straight to a building that seemed full of organized humans, well equipped and well disciplined, moving with apparent purpose. However, even whilst he considered the wisdom of announcing himself, he saw new people appear... and they were dragging the limp, unmoving forms of his two former companions with them.
Alive? Dead? Unconscious? It was unclear from where he was hiding; they were covered in blood, but then, they were always covered in blood. It would have been highly unusual if they were clean.
They were in need of help. That much was obvious. But how?
He slowly circled the building from a distance, looking for a way to get inside without being seen.