"He's not really," the man

  threw something from a dumpster to a recycle bin, "One of these." A girl wretched.  Everyone was in plastic suits, gloves, booties. 

  "He just doesn't have normal emotions back yet." 

  A radio crackled.  "Got something.  Could be related." 

  Someone looked at a screen of symbols.  "That's like half a mile away.  I doubt it." 

  "That's not really what I'm saying." 

  "What are you saying then? And why be a dooshbag?" 

  "I'm saying we need you over here Sir." 

  "That's more like it." 

  The special vehicle's tires rolled over electronics smashed to smithereens, food bought in bulk but squished, and dozens and dozens of hospital gowns.  "You think they're all on the loose?" 

  "PULL OVER!" Someone in the backseat rattled the driver's seatcage.  Got out and bagged a gown.  Got back in.  "These are new." Thrown into the wayback with other shards of "the puzzle".  

  The baseball game on low sported a bat cracking and a loud crowd cheering.  "Did you know they pipe in the crowd these days?  For moral support." 

  "It should be here."  The intersection was not yielding the co-worker.  "Look!" Everyone turned heads to the right.  The co-worker.  Obviously arguing with a tow truck carting off a jet engine.