With Whitney’s focussed totally on administering as much force in the kick, he did not notice the approaching men until the excruciating pain ran through his body. The precision of the blow to his kidney was calculated and accurate. Whilst trying to compose himself he turned to see that these men were not more thugs but officers of the Law. Stunned, partly from the blow but mostly from their actions towards him, he noticed, in his dizzy haze, that ‘Zippy’ was smiling and that Jeff was calmly strolling away from the scene unhindered by the police.<br/><br/>The throbbing pain, in his side, beat hard which made him move his hand to nurse the wound. Just as he did something cold and metallic was locked around his wrist. Knowing it to one half of a set of handcuffs, he briefly struggled to snatch it off, but it was futile as by doing so it just made it easier for the man to lock his other wrist in place.<br/><br/>Realising, to late, that this was a trap all along, Whitney thought it best to surrender as he was in no condition to retaliate further as the pain in his side and the cuffs on his wrists made it almost impossible to fight back and if he did it would just make matters worse than they already were. As he was being bungled away from the scene he felt one of the officers put something in his pocket. Whitney had his theories about what that might be so he smiled as he knew, unless a miracle happened, he would be going away for a very long time.<br/>