They had slowed their travel once they made plenty of space between the old hideout and themselves, Dan asking where the two of them were going. Jeffery smiled and began to walk backwards, hands in pockets, as he answered, "Well Danny-boy, this part of town was a common hangout for yours truly in the years prior to being taken in by the Knights. During that time, I found that there were plenty places that were simple to get into if I needed a place to sleep or lay low for a day or two, but I had to be careful of certain... residences, and make sure I had escape routes if there was ever a problem."
He then made his way to an empty house a little further down the road, "This lovely elderly couple always go the first week of every other month to pray and hold baptisms for the followers of Comstock over at the big church. This will give us a good long night to rest while we wait out the current turmoil out on the streets, plus I keep a few extra items here in the attic, should have some first aid supplies to help you out. Youre not looking too good buddy."
Approaching the house, Jeff made his way over to the back, where a seemingly thrown out floor mat was laid. Lifting up the map, a set of lock picks, about six in all, laid there on the ground. He picked them up and went to the door, looking to make sure that no one was watching, went to work on the door. In no time, the 'click' of the door lock sounded and Jeff made his way in, motioning Dan to follow, but he seemed entranced by something and motioned him over to see. But when Jeff looked, he didnt see anything. Raising an eyebrow at his friend, he said "You sure you didnt hit your head when the Bronco wore off? Come on man, lets get in and get you patched up."