All noise stopped as the girl stepped forward into the space between the rioters and the police. All the police turned their weapons on her. Slowly she pulled her hands out of her yellow rain jacket. Rain poured down on her as she raised her hands above her head. In one hand she clutched a frag grenade and in the other the pin, dangaling from her right hand. She stopped in the middle of the space and stared at the police, her face streaked with tears.

Time stood still. No one dared to move.