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He awakes to the feeling of rain drops hitting his face. Blinking his eyes, he realizes that his left cheek is lying on wet pavement. The cool pavement actually feels good compared to the pounding in his brain. Gently reaching up, he feels a lump on his head.
Pushing himself up in the darkness, he feels a sharp pain in his ribs and he stops - his breathing labored from that pain. The next thing he realizes is that its dark, even with his vision. His jacket feels heavy, both from the rain and from its composition. It must be armored, but why did he know that? Sitting back against the brick wall behind him, he reaches into a pocket. A com link. I can call home- Wait where is home? Even more so, what the hell is my name? He pushes the button on the com and is greeted by a spark. Looking closer, the case is cracked and the rain is seeping inside. Great! Looking up and down, what he now realizes is an alley, its still dark. He is sitting beside a metal trash dumpster. He hears voices nearby, "I think he went this way." |
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