The one reloading, just ducked and stepped back. The other one, pointed his gun at Todd and fired. Boom, click. Only one bullet left, but it counted. It hit Todd in the stomach and it felt like a hammer hitting him. It knocked the wind out of him. He fell onto the tracks.
   He knew he was dead, if he stayed down and somehow found the strength to get up, swinging a knife and a fist. He hit the one that shot him first, out of pure anger, for shooting him. Caught him with a left hook. As the culprit was going with the punch, a knife came up to meet his face. Todd sliced him across the left cheek, as he swung an uppercut, with the knife hand.
Just then, the other guy kicked him in the side. If he didn't have the vest on, that would have hurt. But it still knocked him off balance. As he was falling, he grabbed the collar of the one with the bloody face. He tuned, so that the bloody face was between him and the other one.
   Todd saw the other one pulling out some bullets and he knew he had to move fast. He pounded the knife as fast as he could and stabbed the bloody face guy about seven times. before he finally fell.
   Then, he dove at the other one, who was still unscathed. Somehow, the punk managed to get a bullet in and he raised the gun, to fire it. Todd grabbed the barrel, with his left hand as he slammed a knife at the guys ribs. The gun fired and Todd kept stabbing, for all he was worth. The bullet found air. And Todd found ribs. Again and again and again. Then it was over.
And here comes a train.
   With no wind left and hardly any strength left, Todd somehow managed to drag one beside the drum. He sat the other one up, as if he were taking a break. And, just as the train got close enough to see, he sat down next to him, as if he was on break too.
   The train passed and Todd breathed. Big breaths, in and out. He sat there for a minute. He was on break, for real. When he finally caught his breath, he realized that, with all this commotion, he forgot to look down at the street corner. When he did, he saw a car parked there. It was a new Chevy Suburban. And he couldn't tell how many people were in it. At least two.
   Suddenly, he heard a cell phone ringing. He ran over to the body it was coming from and pulled out the phone. The name Angel, was blinking.
   He pressed the button to answer. "Yeah." He answered, trying to sound like the guy he just killed.
   "Are you guys there?" Asked Angel.
   Todd whispered to mask his voice. "Yeah, we're here, but we have to be quiet, because there is a worker nearby."
   "Ok, good." Angel said. "Now don't move until I give you the signal, or until you see him or until some action starts."
   "Ok." Todd whispered.
   Angel asked "where are you guys, I don't see you."
   "We're up here, I see your Suburban." Todd answered, still whispering.
   All of a sudden, angel changed. "You mean Louies suburban? Hey, who the fuck is this?"
   Todd didn't know a name to say. "It's me. Who the fuck you think it is? Now here come's the worker, I've got to go." And he hung up.
   The phone rang again. "What." Todd demanded, still whispering.
   "Fuck that worker. Kill him if you have to. I want you to talk to me, right fucking now." Angel demanded. "Now tell me your fucking name, before I send a barrage of bullets up there."
   Todd pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin. "Merry Christmas, mother fucker." And he hung up and dropped the phone by the body.