Track the thieves until they doss down for the night.
Sneak into their storage area while they sleep and liberate all I need/want/can carry including the sharps they had off me.
Steal their boots and leg it (carefully "anti-tracking" as I go).
Dump their boots (unless some fit me) where they will never be found.
Go home and have a brew.
I’d walk back to my cave, wake up my mate Paul from suspended animation, and my wife and ex-Russian kgb agent ex-girlfriend, get out a new stock of Detonics, and IA stings fire up the fat boy, and hunt them down like the dogs they are