Gyfted

Prologue

A towering, coated man stalked through the night, pressed flat against a wall, clutching a walkie-talkie.
"I'm at the house." He whispered into it. "#3 is in it. The others should be there in 30 minutes." The man slipped his walked-talkie into one of his many pockets and sneaked away.
In the distance dim lights flickered feebly from a window. A baby was screaming, piercing the veil of the night sky with her wails. The man peeked around the corner, then started sprinting like a lion catching its prey towards the squat cottage where the baby resided. He slinked behind a tree right in front of the baby's house and started scaling the wall with agility and lightness until he was directly under the glowing window. There it was. He could see the tiny cot where his treasure was sitting, coveted by a soft cotton blanket lovingly labelled "Annabeth", sitting out in the open. The man cautiously slipped himself though the open windows where the baby was still yelling with all the force of her little lungs, her brown curls spilling all over her pillow. He rummaged inside his backpack and pulled out a needle.

Needle met the baby's arm.
Deafening silence filled the room.
The man grabbed the bundle in his arms, and proceeded out through the window.
"Mission accomplished." the man rasped into his walkie-talkie.

Written by Milo_and_Mint