Chapter 2 Friday

Some came by car, most by subway. They wandered the zoo, taking in the sights, until eleven when they assembled at the Bronxdale parking area. The CALF membership, the Calfers as they called themselves, surrounded the large, windowless van that Joshua rented especially for the occasion.

"OK, Synchronize your watches," said Joshua standing in the open back of the van, "On my mark, 11:21...Mark. Everyone got it?"

"Got it, hell. I don’t even own a watch," came a voice in the crowd. It was ignored.

From the rear of the van, Brian and Jack checked members' IDs, and gave out the official looking staff cards. Each card had a colored cord loop attached so that the card could be worn around the neck. That was one of Joshua’s ideas, that colored cord. The color indicated, not rank, but function; Green for camera people, red for snipers, purple for people control, blue for the techies, and so forth. If a member in the course of the day, were stopped for suspicious behavior, he could explain, with some measure of truth, that he was rehearsing for Monday’s shoot. Joshua as part of the plan, had paid a substantial sum to the zoo for the privilege of filming a ‘documentary’ and the zoo staff were prepared for the arrival of a film crew.

As a Calfer finished with his check-in at the van, Jack handed him a top-of-the-line walkie-talkie, and Brian handed him a black umbrellas. Every Calfer not wearing a green (camera crew) strap was handed one. Not that it was raining, a little overcast perhaps, but not rain. The umbrellas, another of Joshua’s ideas, were ersatz weaponry. Monday, it would be the real thing, but today the black bumbershoots represented hand guns, grenades, assault rifles, and even a bazooka and a flame thrower. Jack thought the umbrella idea idiotic, but Brian liked the cinematic surrealism of a collection of scruffy looking college students wandering the zoo with proper black umbrellas.

Other military equipment; bullet proof vests, fence cutters, binoculars, night-goggles, and the like, would for now, have to be left to the imagination.

The umbrella-armed Calfers strolled singly through to the zoo proper for a day of mock maneuvers. It was Friday, a preferred day for school trips, and the weather was unseasonably warm. The zoo was thronged and the Calfers melted inconspicuously into the crowd. No one seemed to pay attention to the black umbrellas. It would be a day of maneuvers, fun actually, with their walkie-talkies, zoo maps, pretend weapons and individual missions. They were instructed to return to the van at 4:15, just after zero hour. Zero hour itself would not be rehearsed, at least not at the zoo.

When the last of them had passed through the Bronxdale entrance on route to the animals, Joshua, Brian, and Jack closed up the van and sauntered to their selected command post. They had chosen to monitor the day's events from an outside table at the zoo's Lakeside cafeteria. Monday, the command center would be the Conservation Education building which hosted school overnighters and had bunks.

Brian, Jack and Joshua walked the path alongside the World of Birds, then continued on to the Mexican Wolves, passed the Elephants, and finally arrived at the Lakeside Cafe. Brian and Jack sat down, hooked their umbrellas on the backs of chairs, and set out the clip boards and walkie-talkies. Joshua went to the cafeteria proper to buy them all hot chocolates. At that point there was nothing left to do but sip their drinks and wait for reports to come in.

This was actually rather more than a simple rehearsal. The Calfers had to be confident that they had memorized their maps well. This was important since, on Monday they were going to twist all the zoo direction signs 90 degrees. This they hoped would confuse any police types who might manage to get by the snipers. This was one of Brian's ideas.

The communication officers, the blue corded techies, had to plant the listening devices. These were small, advanced bugs; voice activated and turned on and off by radio. Unless they were on, and there was enough sound to activate them, they were undetectable. They were to be planted at all four zoo entrances. Another listening device had already been installed on the roof of the high-rise apartment building across the street. Joshua figured that if the police were to have their own command post, it would most likely be there.

The techies were extremely important. It was they who would set up and manage the video transmitter, not a satellite video up-link, but a true rogue transmitter broadcasting over an unused UHF channel. All New York City could watch over channel 58. The techies also made up the Key Detail. They had to find out where all the important keys in the zoo were kept. For Operation Zoo to succeed, keys were needed for the zoo buildings and for the ignitions of the zoo's vehicles. Keys were also needed for the animal enclosures since at the end of Operation Zoo, the Calfers intended to free the animals.

The units started reporting in. Somba Village was secure. So was Wild Asia, the Baboon Reserve, and the African Plain. A short time later, the reconnaissance units began to radio in their reports from the Zoo maintenance facility, the animal hospital, first aid station, and finally from Zoo Center, the main administration building.

Everything was going well and to plan, but there were bound to be glitches. The first came from the Aerial Tramway which was called 'the SkySafari'. The sniper assigned to scan the grounds from a gondola high over the zoo was, it turned out, susceptible to airsickness. After taking the tramway back and forth a few times, he was ready to throw up. He sheepishly reported his situation to Jack who took it in stride. Jack scanned the operation sheets, made a few erasures, and exchanged the tramway sniper with an armed patroller of Wild Asia.

"One problem solved." Said Jack.

"I hope they’re all this simple," said Brian.

It was another hour until they encountered a more serious problem. A Calfer radioed in with a nervous voice.

"Look guys. I don’t think I can do this. I’m quitting. Over."

Jack pursed his lips and then said, "Hell of a time to back out. Who are you? Over."

"Mickey Calder. I’m sorry, really sorry, but now that I'm here, I think this is all wrong. Over."

Joshua and Brian exchanged glances while Jack hit the table with his fist.

"Hello. Did you hear me? Over," came Mickey’s voice.

"Yeah," said Jack, "Come on over to Lakeside, and we’ll talk about it. Over."

"I’ll come, but there’s nothing to talk about. I quit. Over and Out."

Jack put down the walkie-talkie. "I know this kid from school," he said. "He’s one of the NYU group."

"Do you think he’ll keep quiet?" Joshua asked.

"I don’t know. He might. I think we’ve got to calibrate him though."

"I’m sure he won’t talk," said Brian scared of the look in Jack’s eyes.

Jack ignored him.

"Is he strong?" asked Joshua.

"What?"

"Is he strong, physically? Could I manage him?"

"He’s a runt; a couch potato," answered Jack, "What do you mean manage?"

"I need a place, a private place to talk to him."

"How about the rest rooms at the Northern Ponds. That’s not used much," said Brian, hoping for a reasoned resolution of the problem. "We could have it closed off for cleaning or something."

"Good. Do it," said Joshua handing a walkie-talkie to Brian, "We have a few snipers in that area."

Brian radioed for the bathroom closure while Joshua explained that he and Jack would walk Mickey over to the Northern Ponds for a talk. Jack tapped the table for attention and then pointed to a smallish teen-ager with an umbrella and a hang dog posture coming towards them. Jack and Joshua went out to meet him, leaving Brian to manage operations.

Brian watched them go. He knew he should have asked them exactly how they were going to manage Mickey, but he didn't. Brian knew that Jack had his own personal definition of the word 'talk', but then again, with Joshua there, things wouldn't get physical. Mickey would be all right.

Twenty minutes later, Jack and Joshua returned.

"Mickey is no longer a problem," said Joshua.

Jack told a vague story of their conversation with Mickey, but Brian was distracted with another concern.

"How are the animals going to be fed during the take over?" he asked.

Joshua and Jack both laughed.

"The animals can do without feeding for a couple of days," said Jack.

By 3 PM everything was going well and Joshua went off on his own to take care of some details at the administration building and the small police station that was responsible for zoo security.

While Joshua was on his solitary walk, Brian also seized the opportunity for solo action. He had an hour or so before he had to be back at the Bronxdale parking lot, so he decided to visit his beloved lions in the African Plains area. He leaned on the low railing and looked out over the mock African savanna that was separated from him only by the low fence and a hidden moat. His sense of incompleteness from not having his video camera with him was more than made up for by the panorama. It was beautiful. A herd of Nyala antelope were grazing in the tall grasses and were protected from the small pride of lions by another hidden moat. Brian watched the sinuous grace of the lions and had the uneasy thought in the back of his mind that if Operation Zoo really were successful, he would never again be able to observe these great cats - at least not without actually going to Africa.

Brian was too involved with his thoughts and his lion watching to notice the gangly Calfer angling up to him.

"Hi. Brian," he said, "Checking out the wildlife, I see." The speaker had a high squeaky voice and a strong accent.

"Oh, hello, uh," said Brian startled, "I’ve seen you around but I don’t know your name. I’m sorry."

"That’s OK," said the newcomer, "I’m with the Columbia contingent. My name’s Roger."

"English?" asked Brian.

"God no!" said Roger, "Australian, and an animal freak. You know," he went on, "This Operation Zoo is pretty average dumb if you ask me."

"Why are you here then?"

"Well, I really like animals, and I’m a member of an animal rights group back home, but you know, I like zoos. Animals are happy in good zoos," Roger went on.

"Maybe," Brian allowed, "but they should be in the wild. Again, Why are you here if you’re not going to support Operation Zoo?"

"Oh but I am," said Roger emphatically, "I get bored easily, and Operation Zoo is definitely not going to be boring. I might even get deported as an undesirable alien. That would be bonzer. My parents would have cats. Besides, I’m an American History major, and now maybe I can make some of it, American History that is."

Brian laughed. Even though this squeaky voiced Australian didn’t believe in the Operation, he was a fellow animal nut. Brian could see a friendship beginning to form. They talked until it was time to return to the Bronxdale parking lot and Roger finally admitted that the major reason he was going along with Operation Zoo was that he was an extreme animal nut and he wanted to play with and hold the animals. It started to rain, but neither seemed to notice. Roger went on to talk volubly about his passion for lemurs, civets and pro-simians. Brian admitted his love of lions but admitted he was not particularly enthusiastic about playing with one. They continued talking easily to one another until they got back to Joshua at the van. They reached the van in a soggy, bedraggled state since in his enthusiasm, Roger had completely forgotten he had an umbrella, and Brian, chief of the camera crew, wasn't issued one.

Joshua and Jack were in the back of the van marshaling the troops. Brian, as president of CALF, joined in and tried to act presidential. Even though he was the president, Operation Zoo was clearly Joshua’s baby, and everyone knew it.