The prototype is at least.

To your horror it is gone but you do see a couple of whiskey bottles. ?Fuck, this is where I stashed it. Someone has taken it. Help me look, it is basically a small steel case.? The two of you fan out and follow the trail of debris and once again luck seems to be with you as sitting on a piece of old particle board is the prototype. Apparently whoever found it had no idea what it was, or was afraid of it, and tossed it. However none of your other things are anywhere in sight. ?Fuck the rest of my stuff is long gone. Oh well lets go.? The two of you make the run to your bike as quickly and stealth fully as you can. ?What the fuck.? is all you can say as you arrive and find your bike is also gone.

Just then you see several cars that you recognize as the guard **** for the building you robbed and realize you had better get back off the street and wait for morning at least before you try to go anywhere or do anything stupid. You realize you are sort of back where you were several hours ago, granted now with a possible ally and minus all of your weapons, armor, and even shoes. But at least you have the package and the healing stuff she gave you apparently works as you feel fine.

So you figure it is decision time again:

If you dare back, back only a couple of blocks from the brothel is that 24hr. food shack where you might be able to steal a motorcycle or get bikers to help the two of you.

Break into a residential unit and hide out till morning.

Pick a spot in an abandoned building and take your chances.

Or possibly just start walking.