It was a crazy plan but I didn’t say anything. Nothing would happen with this plan either

Dovid

“D

ovid, are you listening?” Yitzchok demanded. I wasn’t really. Zalman said he was going to let me copy a mezuzah onto klaf today, and I really didn’t want to be late. But this was also important, so I snapped back to reality.

“I’m with you,” I said, noticing Avi and Zev exchange glances.

“Yeah, okay,” Zev said. “So total change of plans because there’s no way we can break into the British headquarters.”

“They’re too well guarded — I saw it for myself,” Yitzchok added. “We’re going to need to find a British official on his own. That’s our only chance.”

“Make it a top official,” Avi growled. “If we waste our chances on a little guy, what kind of message will we be sending?”

“None, that’s what,” Zev answered Avi’s rhetorical question.

And what are our chances of reaching one of the big guys? I was about to say, but I held myself back. Zalman was supposed to be meeting with me any minute, and I still had to get to the grocery store where we said we would meet. If this conversation continued any longer, I’d miss my chance, and Zalman didn’t have more time until next week. Instead, all I did was nod. I knew Avi and Zev were more brawn than brain. Even though they acted like this whole thing was their project, they hadn’t come up with one good idea. And so far, they hadn’t even done anything yet. As soon as I stopped talking, the conversation wound down with some vague talk of ambushing the British chief of police and stealing his car. Or something like that. It was a crazy plan but I didn’t say anything. Nothing would happen with this plan either.