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Chapter 1-Missing Two's

Frank (aka: Kidnapper) POV.

"Hey Frank, you sure it's safe. Robbing this nursery school I mean?"

"Yeah, why won't it be?"

"Well, we just took kids not five miles from this little town. They'll get suspicious."

"Look. Boss Man said that we had a certain quota of kids to fill before returning to da big apple. Right now, we're one below that. This will bring us above."

I couldn't believe Lou was questioning me now. The Boss Man had warned us that if we came up short, this was it. We were done for. If keeping my life meant kidnapping a whole bunch snot-nosed brats, then so be it. I raised my binoculars once more.

"Okay Lou. The nursery school is about to begin. Do you know what you're supposed to do?" He nodded beside me.

"Go in. Act like a father. Pick the cutest kid I can find. Take him outta school."

"And what age are we looking for?"

"Between 1 and 4."

"Good. You have six minuets to prep." I hoped against all hope this would work. It was just one lousy kid. We had just stolen eleven not three days ago. I watched the day care center as the last of the parents left the building without their youngsters. Despite the fact that we were at least a half a mile away from them, I still heard the cutesy bell that rang, signaling the begin of a why bother school day.

"Okay Lou, three minuets. What's your withdrawal excuse?"

"Sick grandma."

"Good. Good. Remember to get a cute one." Lou nodded and took several deep breaths to control himself. I snorted. You'd think after three years of kidnapping young kids and selling them would have made Lou used to it all. But no, he was still just as jittery as his first day on the job. Lou finally jumped out of the truck and began to head across the two wide streets in front of the daycare center. While I waited I thought about what we were doing. What we were really doing. The Boss Man, a man I have never seen before, pays us top dollar to go to crappy towns like these and kidnap cute little kids. Then, he would put them in a orphanage type place until they got sold to rich people up in New York. Whoever the hell came up with this idea ought to be stoned or something. It was just plain evil. But it sure paid good money. I straightened in my seat when I saw Lou running across the street with a screaming kid in his arms. Great. He had gotten another screamer. This one looked two, maybe three years old but was cute as hell. At least Lou had nailed that part. He threw the kid in the back and got into the passenger seat.

"Alright, got the kid. Let's get on the first plane to New York. The more we're around here; the more likely we are to be caught." He had point so I hit the gas and headed for the nearest airport. Three towns over.

A/N: Short Chapter, I know. But next one promises to be longer! Please Review