Night had fallen swiftly. The radio was still talking about that strange building in East Ham or whatever. Eren didn't care, so he turned the damn thing off. He had to go, he didn't even know where, he just had to go. They were in his house! He trembled with rage just thinking about all the places their grubby fingers might've been. In his bedroom, where he and Karla slept? In the study where her father went to read his books? First they took him. Then they kidnapped Eren's fiancée. They came and went freely to and from his house, they took whatever and whoever they wanted without asking. If they were about to take him, well, he would let them. But that did not mean he would make it easy on them. In fact he meant not to.
He glanced for a moment at the glove compartment of his car. He didn't have the license for a gun, and he wasn't so deluded to think it would do him any good against people who could probably just snap their fingers and make his gun shoot water, but it felt reassuring to know it was there.
He had already passed three or four blocks away from the hotel Jeremy was staying. The streets were somewhat void of cars, for the most part. He could only thank the gods for that. The Auror was probably after him right now, intent on turning him away and back to safety, but Eren was not about to let him. They would not touch his family and get away with it. He would let himself be kidnapped, and he only hoped he could reach his home before then. There was something Malachi Greymist did not know. He did not know about the inert sample of the Angel. Eren would take it, and once he got kidnapped he would present to the self–proclaimed dark lord the poison he so desperately sought, a vial with his name on it.
He reached an intersection. A police van was directly in front of him. If there was a competition for the least intimidating police force, he always felt England would be considered a legend in that regard. As if to prove his point, a regular yellow and blue police car drove up alongside him to the right and stopped, waiting for the light to turn green. Never in a million years could he imagine a serious criminal would look at that thing and flee in terror.
Another police car stopped to the left of him. He then noticed that the windows of both cars were blackened. Why?
Suddenly Eren felt a little on edge. He looked to the traffic light to see if it would turn green–
The light was green. How long has it been green?
SLAM!
While he wasn't paying attention another police car drove up behind him and into him. His puny little Toyota was actually lifted on its front wheels from the force of the impact, then it fell back down on the road. If not for his seatbelt he probably would've suffered a concussion at best. To the left and right of him, the „police" were rolling down their windows. The back door of the van was opening in front of him. He reached for the glove compartment to take out his gun, but then he saw the wands.
The windshield, the windows to the left and right and behind him, all were shattered simultaneously. He barely had the time to lift his hands to cover his face as the shards of glass assailed him from every direction. Then he felt the entire front of his car pressed down as someone stepped down from the van and onto the hood.
„Ereeeennn!" Mulligan bent down and grabbed him by the hair. „How good to see you, sir!"
Bloodied but unbroken, Eren stared back at him defiantly. It was all he could do, though. The Dark Lord would be pleased to know the operation was conducted entirely according to his standards. Both Eren's capture and the subsequent getaway were quick, efficient, easy.