Todd stepped into the barrel again and about five seconds later, he saw all four doors open, on the Suburban below. Shots started slamming into the wood under him, as he tossed the grenade over the rail and down on the vehicle below.
   He stayed low, in his can, until he heard the blast and then the rain of shrapnel. The shrapnel was still trickling down when he looked over the edge and onto the street below. He saw a man running for the factory across the street. There were three bodies laying by three doors of the Suburban and the windows were gone.
   The phone by the body started ringing again. He jumped out and grabbed it. "Yeah?" He answered.
   "You're still alive?" Angel asked, not believing it was possible. Before Todd could answer, he continued. "It's about to start raining bullets on you. Good-bye Santa Claus."
   Todd jumped back into the barrel, with the phone. A few seconds passed and no more bullets. Todd commented. "I don't see any bullets flying."
   "It's coming." Angel answered.
   "If you're talking about those guys in the Suburban, they're all dead." Todd told him. Then he saw the guy who ran toward the factory. Now he was running toward the el station. He was coming. "You're not even here, are you?" Todd asked. No answer. "You chicken-shit, piece of shit. You didn't even come, did you?"
   Todd stepped out of the barrel and started walking away from the station and away from the corner of Leavitt and Wabansia below, still holding the phone to his ear. "Oh, Angel?" He said taunting. "Angel? Are you there?" Todd looked back and saw a man jump down off the platform and onto the tracks. He stepped to the side and into the shadows and watched him, still taunting. "Angel? Can you come out and play?"
   Angel finally answered. "You mother fucker, you killed my brother!" He yelled, at the top of his lungs. Todd was too far gone to look down now, but he figured Angel was probably there now.
   Todd had to ask. "Did I kill your brother, the cop?"
   "You're gonna die a slow death, mother fucker!" Angel was still screaming at the top of his lungs, into the phone.
   Then he continued, but his tone changed to a happier one. "Oh. No you didn't. You got everyone but him. He's gonna get you, now." Angel said, trying to taunt Todd now. "My brothers gonna kill you slow. Why don't you come out to play?"
   Todd realized now, that Angel must have just got here now, for sure. And this guy walking was probably his brother. Todd stayed in the shadow, watching. He looked down. He could jump, if he had to. There was a roof, about twenty feet down. He picked up a piece of railroad iron, a small square piece, about four inches by four inches, but it would hurt if he hit the right spot. He held his knife at his side, watching. The brother was getting close now, about a hundred feet away. Todd could hear murmurs coming from the phone in his pocket, still connected to Angel.
   Todd thought about this brother as he walked closer. He was a cop and no doubt, had a gun. Todd didn't. This was an open area with not much cover for Todd. He probably could jump down, to save his own life. But he might break a leg doing it. No, this had to be won from up here. For once, Todd wished he had a gun. Then it dawned on him. I've got a grenade!
   Todd pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin. There was only a small wooden box about two feet tall, for cover, but that was better than jumping, he figured. It had to be perfect timing, he thought. There were boxes like those, scattered all around here and the brother could easily jump behind one too. Todd had to let the handle go first and then throw it. That way, it would explode as soon as it landed.
   The brother was about fifty feet away now. Todd let the handle go and started counting. He knew it would explode in five seconds. one thousand, two thousand, three thousand, toss! He threw it and ducked. Boom! It exploded before it hit the ground. Then, the rain of shrapnel.