Songbird

Chapter 4

Douglas Chancey. When just speaking the name, no particular person comes to mind. It's just a name. But when you look deeper, and actually meet the man, the name has a completely different definition. He is a well educated man; top of his grade throughout high school. Many of his relatives thought he was going to be a doctor or a lawyer when he got older, but that wasn't to be so.

Chancey's dream carrier was to be a king. He wanted to rule over a town, a city or even an entire empire! This dream, of course, was foolish. Chancey didn't give up though. He gathered four of the most willing men to help build, populate, and preserve his utopia. His demands were high and exact. A large palace for him to live in, a town for the citizens, and a body of water surrounding the entire area. The citizens would be of the ages six through twelve years, seven boys and seven girls. This would be to ensure long lifespans and repopulation. He hoped that the utopia would last his entire life, and even continue to thrive afterwards.

Now, sitting at a table in the corner of a pub, the four hired men converse. The fat man began to speak, "How many more kids do we need?".

"We already have nine. We only need five more." Morty had opened a file with pictures and background information of the kids they had already transported to the base. "Has anyone had any luck?".

Gerald lifted his hand slightly. "I've found three. I was following this twelve year old girl I took notice of at a local cafe when she ran into these two other youngsters." His voice was calm and steady, almost like kidnapping was a hobby of his. The other men around the table nodded. "I know where each one of them live, we can transport them tonight.".

"That still leaves two kids." The fat man swung back a beer bottle as he spoke.

"Leave that to me." The man in the bowler hat took out his phone and began to scroll through some photos. He showed the others a few photos of a pair of boys he had located. "One is ten years old, the other is eight." He slicked back his hair with the palm of his hand.

"Perfect. Let's all leave at scattered times. As soon as you exit the pub, head straight to the small park off of Cider Street and North Avenue." Gerald was the first to stand. He grabbed his flask and stumbled out of the pub.