Todd still had a few hours, so he thought he would have some fun, before he sees Angel. He changed into his normal clothes and went to get his pick-up truck. He didn't want to be recognized. Nobody had ever saw the real Todd, they only saw Santa Claus. Except that one big guy, who pinned him down that one night. Todd would have to watch out for him. But even he never saw Todds pick-up truck.
   Todd pulled up by Tony and the boys, in his pick-up. Tony was there again. As soon as he stopped, someone asked "what you need, mang?"
   Todd had a hard time keeping a straight face, when he saw Tony. He made his voice sound deeper, so Tony wouldn't recognize him. "Anybody know where I can get some dynamite or hand grenades?"
   "What?" It was Tony. "What the hell you need that for?"
   Todd said "actually it's for a friend. He sent me here to ask for a guy named Tony. Is anyone here named Tony?"
   Tony stepped forward. "Who's your friend?"
   "Are you Tony?"
   "Yeah." He answered, stepping closer.
   Todd whispered, so everyone couldn't hear him. "Angel sent me. He said to tell you to think hard. Who's got some dynamite or grenades? He has to fight some Santa Claus mother fucker, or something like that."
   Tony thought hard. "Maybe this one old dude, over on Artesian. He's got oozies and shit. He might have some grenades. Yeah. Try him. The grey house next to the store. Hey, how is he supposed to meet Santa Claus? I want to be there. I have a score to settle too."
   "I don't know about that. But, he told me to tell you to bring some guys at midnight, over by Moose School on California and he would see you there." That ought to hold them, Todd thought. He sent them to a place two miles away.
   Todd pulled up in front of the grey house. He knocked on the door and an old man answered it. "Tony sent me. Do you have any grenades or dynamite you can sell me?"
   The old man showed his teeth in disgust and shook his head no. "I don't have shit for Tony. I don't like that mother fucker and he knows it. I hate fucking dope dealers. Now, get off of my porch before I blow you off of it." And he showed the barrel of a gun, he was holding behind the door.
   Todd took a chance. "It's not for Tony. I'm gonna use it against Tony and his fucking dope dealing boss, Angel. Please help me, man. I've got nobody. And a whole fucking gang is hunting me."
   The old man actually thought about it for a second. "I don't think so. Look, if what you're saying is true, I don't want to be a part of it. I have to live around these fuckers."
   Todd drove a hard bargain. "Please man. They don't even know me. They think I look like Santa Claus. Tony thinks I work for Angel and I'm supposed to be over here getting some dynamite for Angel and Tony, when in reality, I am going to be dressed up like Santa Claus when I blow the shit out of them., if I can ever find something to blow them up with."
   The old man smiled. "Come in." As soon as he closed the door, he stuck out a hand. "I'm Frank. I heard about Santa Claus. He got this whole neighborhood laughing. Everybody is afraid of them. But all of a sudden, Santa Claus comes along and kills a few of them and there ain't nothing they can do about it." His smile got bigger. "I've got something for you. Come down here." And he led the way, downstairs and into the basement.
   He opened a cabinet and there was a small arsenal. "Take your pick, but it's gonna cost you. I've been saving this stuff for years, thinking maybe I'll need it one day. If I give it all to you, I wont have anything left for myself."
   Todds eyes widened as he saw it all. Several oozies, nine millimeters, a bazooka, a bullet-proof vest and some more bigger guns. And there at the bottom, was a box labeled "grenades".
   Todd took out three hundred dollars. "All I want is some grenades. You can keep your guns."