081413 #worm Approaching sirens begin to wail in demonic disharmony with the ringing in Jelse's ears. It's not going to be just the old cops. It's going to be the military. There will be no negotiations. People are disappearing, the ones who can. Back to the night, wretched dream creatures. Jelse's truck is fucked. Jelse grabs the thermos in an unconscious reflex of parsimony, and abandons his old friend. The door falls off. Jelse limps his way down by the loading ramp just in time to see a man in grimy overalls wielding a pipe, and the stunned trash truck driver trying to climb out through the smashed windshield.