Chapter 14 Tuesday, 2300 hours (11 PM)

Joshua was in his hide-away office, playing with his file cards. He was preparing for the midnight executive committee meeting that he had gotten Brian to call. He went through the cards one by one, stopping to read the comments he had written, and occasionally to add a note. Each card was placed in one of three piles, which he mentally labeled as ‘loyal’, ‘disloyal’, and ‘unknown’. He was gratified that in the last 24 hours, the ‘unknown’ pile had become smaller, and the ‘loyal’ pile was now over 50 percent. He paused at Evan’s card, thought a bit, and put the card off by itself. He finished his sorting and looked at the small ‘disloyal’ stack. His smile vanished and he regarded the stack with a look of pure hate. "Traitors! If only this were a real military unit..." He stood up briskly, thinking of firing squads, and strode to the door. "A few more object lessons," he said.

On his way to the meeting, Joshua knew his principal task would be to get CALF used to the idea of hurting one of the hostages. Once that was accomplished, he’d introduce the idea of killing one of them. He’d use the word ‘sacrificing’ of course. This was going to be a long meeting. He counted on it. He needed less sleep than the others and that gave him the advantage. He'd wear them down. It would be a long and hard night, but Joshua smiled knowing that by dawn, he’d be in control.

Brian gaveled the midnight meeting to order with his fist. He was sitting between Jack and Joshua in the front of the Zoo Central conference room. It was a pretty good turnout considering how late it was. "OK guys, Let’s get started," Brian said. He gave them a few moments to quiet down. There was nervousness in the air since most of them had heard at least rumors of what had happened to Evan.

"We’re here in uh, open session to decide what to do next," Brian started. "In particular, What do we do about the hostages. The floor is open for comments."

At first, no one spoke. They were there to listen and then discuss, but first they wanted to be talked to.

"What do you think, Brian," asked someone from the floor.

"I think," Brian glanced sideways at Joshua. "I think.. I don’t know what I think."

Joshua raised his hand politely, and then stood up without being recognized.

"I’d like to say a few words," Joshua said, "First, let me congratulate you..."

Joshua spent the first minute or so telling them how great they were.

"We have come so far, accomplished so much. The whole world is watching us, and there is one thing I know, and that is, We cannot surrender. We will not surrender. We are close to winning. The authorities will have to agree to our demands. Close All the Zoos." Joshua knew that if this were said in the clear light of day, and they were not listening in a group, they would recognize the rhetoric for the nonsense it is was. But here, mob psychology ruled. Any argument, no matter how specious, if delivered well, could be embraced, especially if one used high-minded language.

"I know you also feel this sense of history and you are willing to do what has to be done for the greater good. We’ve got to be tough. We have taken hostages. It sounds wrong to take hostages, but it’s not. Hostage taking is the only thing small countries can do in the face of aggression from large ones. In order to get the zoos closed and the animals freed, we might have to hurt a hostage. We might even have to see one of them sacrificed." There, he’d said it. Joshua was pleased with his circumlocution. ‘Might have to see one sacrificed’ was so much better than the direct, ‘will have to kill one’.

"But they’re just innocent civilians," a Calfer piped up.

Joshua liked that. ‘Civilians’, they were starting to think in military terms.

"There’s no such thing as a civilian. Have they been protesting with us? No. Look, If you close your eyes to others doing evil, are you not evil too?" answered Joshua.

"Nobody wants to talk about people being sacrificed, but we’re in a war," Joshua continued. "and Bombs kill civilians, thousands of them. Here, we’re talking about the possibility, only the remote possibility of one hostage dying. Not all that much to ask in view of the countless torture of countless animals."

"But, we’ll all go to jail," said another Calfer.

Joshua knew he had won. They had accepted the action, and now were only worried about the consequences. Once he had deflected this worry, it would be all over.

"Maybe," said Joshua pausing for effect. "Maybe for a month or two, but can you really imaging the police sending 50 college kids to prison. No. It’ll be a slap on the wrist at most."

Joshua looked first at Brian, then Jack, then again at the assembled Calfers.

"No, You’re pretty safe, but Brian and Jack, they are the leaders. They’re going to be in deep trouble. The authorities will blame them. I don’t want to see that, and I’m sure you don’t either. I’m afraid the only thing to do is dissolve the CALF offices. If CALF were run by a committee, made up of all of us here, then there’d be no officers to blame. Brian and Jack would be as safe as you are."

Joshua sat down. The Calfers would discuss it of course, but it would be done. CALF would be run by everyone, which effectively meant no one. That was the leadership vacuum that Joshua intended to quietly fill, with himself of course.

Jack stood to propose a motion of dissolution, which was seconded, discussed and duly passed. Then, now stripped of his office, he proposed the motion to have CALF run by committee. It was also passed.

Brian for his part, felt he had just lost a chess game to a vastly superior player without even being aware he was engaged in the game.

Jack stood again, aware but uncaring that technically, there was no one officially empowered to even chair the meeting.

"Look, I’ve got to get back to my post," he said. "but before I do, let me be clear. If at the 9 AM broadcast, the negotiator has not met our demands, we are prepared to sacrifice a hostage. We’ll chose one of them, and put him in with an animal, a bear. If the bear decides to maul the hostage, well so be it. If the bear leaves him alone, then we’ll let him go. The bear will decide."

Some of the Calfers thought this a neat and fitting idea while others were shocked. They looked on the zoo take over rather in the nature of a lark, but they kept their feelings to themselves since they knew they could not stand up to Jack’s brutality nor Joshua’s charisma.

Before Jack left the meeting, he explained, "Of course, the killings will be on camera."

The debate went on for a couple more hours, but it was just debate. At the end, worn out and thinking that they could continue discussions in the morning, they started to trickle out of the meeting. Eventually by default, the plan to sacrifice a hostage to a bear was sustained since there were not enough people remaining to object to it.

Among the Calfers who did not trickle out, was a tight group sitting far in the back. This was the Columbia University contingent. Roger, their leader, got up to speak.

"When I walked in here, I knew this was a done deal, and no amount of discussion or argument would change it."

Roger looked around the hall and then focused on Joshua, looking him directly in the eye.

"We won’t be a part of this. In the morning, we are leaving the zoo."

Roger motioned for his group to leave the hall with him. As they got to their feet, Joshua also stood up.

"Just a moment," said Joshua evenly.

The Columbians paused to hear what the man had to say.

"No need to wait," said Joshua, "Leave now!"

"No thank you," said Roger, "It's almost 4 in the morning and I have no desire to go out now and perhaps become cat food."

"You don't understand," answered Joshua, "That was not a suggestion. You will leave now."

Joshua turned to one of the armed Calfers at the back of the room. They were the Marshals at Arms who functioned more in the nature of a personal bodyguard for Joshua.

"Gentlemen, escort these pampered Ivy Leaguers to the front door, please."

Roger was too mad to protest as he and the rest of the Columbia Calfers were herded out the front door of the Education Building. As the heavy door closed shut behind them, one of the group spoke up.

"OK Roger. What do we do now?"

"We get out of here," answered Roger, "Let's run for the Wild Asia exit."

"If we run, won't the cats chase us and, you know, eat us," said another.

"Good point. We're a fair sized group of people. Let's walk in a dignified manner to the exit," said Roger.

"We'll make a lot of noise to scare away the cats. Yes?" asked a Calfer.

"If we just make chaotic noise, the cats might think we're in trouble. That would make them more likely to attack," said another.

"OK OK," said Roger, "We'll sing. Pick a song and we'll all sing it."

The discussion of the method of their departure was part delay, and part ritual meeting. No one really wanted to be the first to go out into the darkness. They spent the next few minutes trying to find a song that they all knew. After Roger's suggestion of some Australian sheep shearing songs was laughed down, they tried pop songs and then children's camp songs. It was to no avail. They could not come up with a song that everyone knew well enough to sing. In the end though, a Calfer came up with a solution.

"Hey. We're all Columbia students. Let's sing the college fight song. You know, 'Roar Lion Roar'," he said in a eager, enthusiastic voice.

"Appropriate," laughed Roger, "Fine!. But it's a short song so we'll have to sing it over and over again. OK. Enough talk. Let's go."

They started off into the dark zoo, marching to the loud singing of 'Roar Lion Roar'. On the way, they passed close by to the red wolf habitat, and scared both the wolves as well as the two humans sheltering in with them.

Rom and Derek, who were catching some sleep, were startled awake by the noise.

"What the hell?" said Derek.

Rom, who had heard the fight song at Cornell-Columbia football games, thought he was just having a bad dream.

"Sheesh," he said as he flopped back down in his sleeping bag.

By the time the Columbia Calfers had reached the Wild Asia exit and saw the baffled looking police officers on the other side, they were thoroughly sick of 'Roar Lion Roar'. So too were the techies monitoring the bugs. They were in the communications room, hunched over their radio receiver and were wearing old style, bulky headphones.

"They're nuts, totally nuts," said one of them.

"Maybe. But as nuts as we are?" asked the other.