Still coughing, Jaxton waited to move off of his knees; a position he had crouched into when Van had told him to stay still until the alarms had stopped. Sighing softly - and somewhat happily at the fact he wasn't cursed in some unknown way - he fully stood, stretching his back and shoulders which cracked horribly. He winced painfully - broken ribs then, bloody Mailman... - and looked at his boss as he let out a slow breath, breathing through the initial pain.

"One of the worst yet." He agreed, saying nothing as he didn't dare to look at himself. He knew he must have looked a sight - but the man in front of him had wanted to know straight away. "I shouldn't have come straight here..." He said, his eyes moving to the woman. "But you wanted to know..." He looked back to Evander. "It's important." He looked confused, and slightly out of it as he argued with himself over his right to be in the office at that very moment.

"Uh. Right." He said, nodding his head nervously as Evander broke through his thoughts and told him to report back. Once again though, his eyes darted to the third person in the room. "Can she be trusted?" He asked, not meaning to be rude - but his perception of good and who was to be trusted... well it wasn’t to be trusted right now. After the man nodded and told him to go on, he took a few seconds to gather his thoughts then tried to tell him what he could.

“Upon reaching the base, I settled in and toured the surrounding districts; searching for apparition points, floo points and other major destinations that could attract major attention at any particular point. I noted major shops, attractions and which streets were busy at what parts of what days. Turns out the Avenue isn’t as busy as its suggested. The Boulevard turned out to be hushed and no PD recorded. RCI’s were hard to come by, keeping all information on the QT – however a few sources were eventually found.

“Upon finding a few Saint’s, formats were slow to come by but at least I had an in. It took time to get them to trust, more so than normal I think. However, upon finding X-Ray’s it seemed to go smoother. After digging, and formats, LKA Money Box. EAT in Avenue – non-committal. Tracked for a month, routine also non-committal. ATL in Money Box; negative. Tracked through various other props and tvs, normally lost him. Until yesterday. LKA, The Empty Lion.”

Pausing, Jax turned slightly letting out a hiss of pain as he shifted his weight over a busted knee and twisted through cracked (broken?) ribs. “QOA. Surveillance: code 8. Suspect unique. NAT for entrance at 21:00.” He paused once again, a bruised hand raising to rub at his ash covered neck. “Ping-Pong. Mailman lost. Hot Saint packed safe.”

Nipping his bottom lip, Jaxton’s hand once again graced his neck as his eyes blinked. He couldn’t remember being this much in a public place for over eighteen months. So long. So, so long. “Then I came here.”