The tech takes the carrier apart to get Siren out. As soon as the top comes off a giant towel goes over Siren and with super thick gloves on the tech wraps his arms along the length of Siren's body and secures him.
Outside in the waiting room I can hear people saying things like "wow! he's loud" or "what are they doing to that cat!?". One of the women at the desk will eventually tell everyone it's OK, it's just an extra difficult cat.
Siren will quiet down as long as he's entirely covered by the towel. The moment an inch of him is exposed the chorus begins - wide mouthed hiss, then deep in throat growl followed by shrieks that sound eerily like a child screaming No No from the bottom of a well.
4 legs become 12 and his claws would put Edward Scissorhands to shame.
Through this all, my hero, vet tech superman, never loses his cool. He tells the others that he likes Siren, respects his strength and will and "gets where he's coming from".
I think Siren likes him too. After yesterday's ordeal, as we put the carrier back together, Siren actually let the tech lift him off the table.
Progress has been made.