Frank opened the box and there was about ten grenades in there. He took three of them and put them to the side. "I have to keep a few of these." He said and handed Todd the box.
   Todd wanted to hug him. "I owe you, big time." He handed him the three hundred. "Is that enough?" Then, just in case it wasn't, he pulled out another one. "Here. How's four hundred?"
   Frank smiled and took the money. "If you get them, it's worth giving this back to you." And he put it in his pocket."So when's the big showdown?"
   "Midnight."
   "Where at? Frank asked.
   "Why? You getting an idea to help me? Listen, I work better alone." Todd said.
   "No. I'm too old for that shit. But I would like to watch." Frank said, with an evil grin. "I'll stay back. You wont even know I'm there."
   "Leavitt and Wabansia." Todd answered. "But, don't go getting involved. I'm going to be throwing grenades, remember?"
   Frank nodded. "Yeah, no problem. But if you see a big four-wheel drive old Ford pick-up, don't blow it up. That'll be me. I'll park on Leavitt, before Wabansia. I know that corner. You guys will probably be fighting in the alley, under the el. I wont be in the way, I promise."
   They shook hands and Todd left. He drove by Leavitt and Wabansia. He wanted to see which yards cut through and which ones don't. He noticed the el tracks above. That would be a good place to drop some grenades. He noticed that one alley was a dead end. I better not go that way, he thought.
   Then, he drove back to get the Buick. He put his fight clothes on and walked into the el station on Milwaukee and North Avenue. He paid his fare and walked up the stairs. He stood around, acting like he was waiting for the el. As soon as it stopped, everyone got on, except Todd. Then, he was alone there.
   He grabbed a steel drum and started running down the tracks with it. After a short while, he had to walk. It was heavy. He got right above the corner he wanted to be on and he placed the drum in a spot where the train wouldn't hit it. Then he heard a train coming.
   He jumped in the drum and ducked. Perfect, he thought. It was eleven pm now. He was ready. He had a good vantage point and he looked around the street below, for any movement. Nothing. Every time a train went by, he would duck.
   Then, about eleven-twenty, he saw two city employees, with their orange vests. They were walking down the tracks, toward him. Damn, I didn't think of that, he realized. He ducked and hoped they wouldn't look in.
As they got closer, he could hear them.
    One said "that's Leavitt and Wabansia right down there."
   "Are you sure?" Asked the other one.
   "I'm positive, but where are we going to hide? There's nothing around here." The first one said.
   "What about that garbage can?" Asked the other. "One of us could jump in there."
   Todd was getting nervous. They were about to discover him. He grabbed a knife and was poised to strike the first face that peeks in.
   Then, the first one spoke again. "We don't have to hide, we work here, remember?"
   "Oh, yeah." The other one said, sure of himself.
   Todd relaxed, a little. As soon as he did, a face peeked in! He swung and missed.
   The face jumped back. "He's in there! Fucking Santa Claus."
   Todd started to climb out, then he saw two guns pointing at him! He ducked back down and prayed. Please God, let this drum take those bullets.
   Then, fireworks. About twelve shots, very quick and sparks were flying off the top of the drum. But it held. Then, the shots stopped.
   Todd hoped they were out of bullets and he jumped out, as fast as he could. The two of them were only ten feet away and one was reloading. Todd lunged at them, with knife drawn.