You stay in the shadows, watching the security guard who waved the truck off take out a burner cell phone from a dorky holster on his belt- although you guess bats shouldn't talk in this case. He dials and makes a call.

"Hey. It's done."

He laughs.

"Yeah, well. I don't wanna do this forever."

He suddenly goes pale.

"What do you mean, 'I won't be?' Hey! Don't hang up on me! I just-"

The phone starts beeping loudly. And not the kind of beeping a phone makes.