The night wore on and the time came when the influx of new bodies started to wane. His presence at the depot had proven, as he'd expected, largely pointless and he took the first opportunity to retire.
He came to his car alone. Before getting in, he checked the back seat. As requested, the corporals had left their quarry unconscious and bruised, though hopefully not bleeding on the cream upholstery.
He searched his pockets for keys, but before he could find them a strange sensation came over him. One doesn't get a job such as his without a certain degree of self-preservation skills.
"Is someone there?" he called impatiently, not caring to scour the shadows.