The Black Teeth

VII - Wes

"He'll be out for a while." Wes looked down at the passed out Clyde.

"Yeah, let's get this over with. In and out." Jasmine said. The cane was likely in Clyde's headquarters, which he had easily picked the pick to before. And with Clyde out cold, it was easier then ever.

"How long do we have roughly before he'll wake up?" Wes asked.

"Half hour maybe, if we're lucky maybe more. If we're running out of time, we'll have to force feed him some more, I maybe only have 10 minutes worth left.

"Alright, let's go." Wes leaded the way to the headquarters. They were there within a few minutes, and Jasmine began picking the lock. Minutes passed with no luck.

"Crap." She said finally.

"What is it?" Wes asked worriedly.

"Clyde reinforced the lock since I last snuck in. I never picked one of these before."

"Damn it. How long do you think it may take?"

"If we're lucky, half an hour."

Wes mumbled a series of swears before pulling his revolver out and spinning it around his finger. Twenty five minutes rolled by and they were beginning to get worried.

"Wes, do what you have to do to get this down, it'll give us a little extra time." She handed him the vial with the rest of the powder. Without another question, he ran towards the still sleeping Clyde, opened his mouth, and poured the powder down his throat.

"You owe me Jasmine." Wes said disgustingly as he wiped his hands on his pants and exited the room and ran back to Jasmine.

"Still no luck," Jasmine said. Sweat beat down from her forehead as she twiddled the metal sticks back and forth into the keyhole. "Worse thing is, with the lock he installed, he'll know that I've been picking at it."

A thought hit Wes. "Move." He said quickly.

"What the hell are you going to do, shoot it off?" Jasmine said sarcastically.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do." He spun the revolver around his finger a few times, aimed it, looked away and pulled the trigger. The handle blasted off with such force it almost could've put a hole in the wall if it didn't fly towards the carpet.

"Well now he definitely knows we were in here," Jasmine said shocked. "We have about five minutes at the max. Keep your eyes sharp."

They split apart, searching everywhere for the cane. The minutes ticked by like nothing, and before long, their time was running out.

"Found it!" Jasmine shouted from across the room. They quickly tried escaping through the door but it was already blocked.

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?Drugging me and trying to search for my cane."
Clyde said annoyed, his voice as sharp as a blade.

"I thought you said he wouldn't remember." Wes whispered to Jasmine.

"Wes blow it in half!" Jasmine yelled and with no delay, he blasted the cane in half.

"What. The. Fuc-" Clyde was quickly interrupted by the note inside the cane. He picked it up, and he picked up the two pieces of his cane, then read the note.

"Your lucky their was a note in here, or else my cane wouldn't be the only thing in half." He said passing the note around. They all read it, and was confused to find an address. Or at least they thought it was an address.

"WE St 8.1.18.2.15.18, where is that?" Jasmine asked.

"No idea." Both Clyde and Wes responded. After a few minutes of staring at the note, Clyde grabbed his pieces of his cane and walked out of the room.