"I still don't feel good about doing this." a twenty-something year old man with a bald head and faint stubble grumbled as he climbed up the fire escape.
"It's for the best, you know that." replied another man, this one in his late thirties with caramel hair and sky blue eyes.
"I know, but it still feels wrong. The mother goes through all that in childbirth just to have the kid snatched away?" the first man said.
"The newborn's survival chances increase." the second said, "I don't feel like a morality discussion, just do your job."
"Alright." the first conceded as they reached their destination; A slightly ajar window on the side of an apartment building, the baby blue curtain inside fluttering in the cool night wind.
The older man pulled the window fully open and and climbed through into the room inside. It had white walls, the kind you always get in rented properties, and was fairly small. A small blue chest sat open, with a few cuddly toys inside - dolphins and starfish, mainly. They were a fairly big giveaway as to the baby's parentage. The man crept over to the small wooden cot, reached inside, and picked up the sleeping newborn inside. It held on tightly to a teddy bear even in it's sleep. He wrapped a blanket around it as the younger man crept into the mother's room, holding a cloudy white potion, and wearing a guilty expression. When he got back, the two men headed down the creaking fire escape to their car at the bottom. A black Honda Civic with tinted windows.
They drove in silence back to their starting point and home. They were on the road for hours. Country fields whizzed by one minute, houses and stores the next. The sun was beggining to rise when they finally stopped. From there they took a short walk into a hidden passage, through it, and out into a sprawl of buildings and obstacle courses. A river ran around the perimiter of the circular "island". Four guards strolled casually around the area, holding flashlights and wearing kevlar vests and grey corinthian helmets. Swords hung at their sides, and rifles were strapped to their backs. An ancient greek temple dominated the far end of the island.
"Welcome to Demigod Island, Perseus Jackson." the bald man said.