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Felix snorted and his eyes opened.

"God damn, haven't been nicked like that in a while," he mumbled.

There was a fire at the station. He was spending time at the confiscated goods room doing his semi-annual inspection on the paperwork detailing the identity, date of procurement, and case number for each item. 

As the fire broke out he remembered grabbing a bracelet and a small multi-colored gem on a pedestal to save them from the approaching blaze.

Then everything went dark, he had a dim memory of ice cold snow and then collapsed.

He felt the hard surface of wood and the warmth of a cozy fire. 

"Eh, shite must've been a bad dream. Snow in the middle of August who-," he thought then peered up to the individuals around him.

His eyes widened as he immediately saw the giant walking lizard.

"What the bloody hell!" he sputtered out. He stood up, back against the wall.