THE GUARD SAT IN HIS CRAMPED BUNKER FILLED WITH A WALL OF MONITORS. EACH MONITOR FOCUSED ON A DIFFERENT SECTION OF THE PARK. AS HE NOSHED ON THE COLD NACHOS – THE GREASE STAINING HIS UNIFORM AS IT DID MOST EVERY SHIFT – HIS CONCENTRATION WAS ON THE MONITORS COVERING THE ZOO ENTRANCE WHERE ALL THE ACTION WAS.
There was a knock on the door. Not too loud. Not hurried. Concise.
The Guard pushed open the door and tried not to be too excited by the presence of company.
“I figured you’d show up eventually,” he said as he stepped back so the man in the suit could enter. “I have everything queued up.”
The man in the suit didn’t say anything. It wasn’t a question so it didn’t require a response and in his line of work chitchat was seldom called for.
In the light off the monitors, there was something… unpleasant about the man’s features. His eyes were sunk in a little too deeply. His cheek bones seemed sharp enough to break through his skin.
“I’m sorry,” said the Guard, trying to puff himself up to his full height but being held into a perpetual stoop by his weight. “Are you a cop?”
“Not at all. No.” Wohl turned and closed the door behind him.