"I can't live my whole life inside that church," Lars said to her. "This was going to happen sooner or later. I've accepted that." He looked back at the cultists. The man in front was gleaming. 

"Well, well. Someone's already done the work for us, I see," He seemed very pleased. "Very well. We let that girl go, and you come quietly. Wherever we tell you to." 

"Deal," Lars said, his hesitation gone. "But I want to make sure you fulfill your part. I want to see her let go safely." 

"Very well. Someone take these two up top." 

The cultists came for them, grabbing their arms and leading them out of the room. Lars didn't struggle as they were taken back out into the station, and up several flights of stairs until the harsh light of day hit them. They were both shoved into the back of a van. 

"When you get out, run. Call Isaac. Don't go back home, and don't go to his house. You two need to wait until Lucas comes back," He spoke in a quiet tone, so the driver couldn't hear him.