Gunfire. That's all you hear in New York. Gunfire and car horns. "It's annoying." Al said waking up. "Even though I live in the abandoned subways." His phone rang. "What Micro? Yea I killed him. No I haven't found the accomplice yet. I will. Bye." He turned to put his vest on. The scars all over his chest and abs have healed...but not his heart. The skull is on the Kevlar now and he is still head to toe bullet proof. He grabs his gear and hops in his van. He sees the small heart framed picture on his dashboard covered in dust. "I wonder how my guardian angel is doing?" He drove off into the night. Gunfire. That's all you hear. Gunfire.