Ryan awoke with a throbbing pain in his neck and a fuzzy feeling in his head. The past few hours, no days, no minutes, no...how long had he been out? 

Around him was a dark, grey alleyway. A man nearby rummaged around in a trash can, looking for something possibly. He didn't really mind or care. His bag was nearby. 

As he reached over to pick it up, his hand brushed against smooth plastic. He picked up the mottled green sphere and almost immediately dropped it in surprise from what it was. The grenade clattered onto the concrete and came to rest against his satchel bag. With shaking hands he picked up the lethal weapon again and gingerly pushed it into the bag, which he then slung on his shoulder. Time for travel. 

He stood, overcoming the dizzy feeling from being on the floor so long. His neck stung and tingled, a vague feeling pulling him to the right. Was the homeless man there? Was his name David Cohen? Cause that was what this weird feeling was telling him. 

He turned right and headed down the alley. No telling what might be down there, but at least he knew he had something to defend himself with, if a little excessive.