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It was the chill in the air that slowly brought Lukas back to consciousness, which he immediately thought odd. Slowly, his head pounding and his shoulder feeling like it had just sustained a massive blow, he peeled his face off the slick, grimy street and realized why he’d started to shiver.
His clothes were gone. Whatever desperate urchin—or group of them—had removed his outerwear while he was unconscious had been either gracious enough or in such a hurry that they’d left him some semblance of dignity. Namely his underwear and socks. But his boots were gone, as were his uniform shirt and pants, his ID badge, and whatever other trinket he’d had in his pockets.
He had no idea how long he’d been out of it, though he assumed by the pain in his shoulder and the clearing of the previously
