The sounds of the thriving city never stopped, even at night. As the rush hour died down, the roads still remained busy. People walked by him, some glancing warily at the young man with a half covered face. Lucas pressed on, not to be bothered with them. His mind was occupied elsewhere. 

That's why, perhaps, the typically cautious exorcist didn't notice the two men following behind him, staying back by several steps. They waited until the sidewalk hit a odd spot of isolation, without the prying eyes of onlookers, to make their move. The two men glanced at each other knowingly, making sure the other understood. Then, they pounced.

Lucas jumped, startled as he was grabbed by both arms and dragged towards the road, there an unmarked van had been steadily driving alongside them. The back doors slid open. Lucas began to struggle, and the overhead street lights began to waver, then flicker. Then go dark. A bright, blinding light appeared between the willowy man's hands. It was like trying to look at a small sun; it burned the eyes of the two men trying to haul him away. The light grew bigger, then exploded into a bright flash of light. Anyone remotely close would have seen the spectacle. The street lights came back on for a second before Lucas tried to plant his heels and make another flash, hoping to draw attention to the scene. 

But the men weren't having it. One grabbed his right hand and twisted it around and back, pulling Lucas down with it. His wrist made a sickening crunch as his bones twisted and finally broke. Lucas's breath came heavy and ragged; he couldn't cry out in pain, but it was obvious on his face. 

"Do it again and I'll break the other one," The man snarled, his breath wafting with old cigarettes. Lucas was then quickly shoved head first into the van, in too much pain to try and fight back against the men who easily outweighed him anyway. His body hit the hard floor of the vehicle, and two more people grabbed him to hold him down while a thick zip tie was wrapped around his hands. It was pulled tight, pressing on his slowly swelling broken wrist. The only sound that came from him was heavy, panicked breathing. He scooted to press his back up against the back doors of the van, ready to try and kick at anyone who came close to him. The four other men in the van just watched, knowing that they had him trapped. One closed the door, and the van lurched forward as it began to drive to somewhere unknown.