“How, Boss,” Grub asked. “There’s only two of us and at least a dozen guards.”
“With these,” Dink said, putting two pesticide spray cannisters on the table. “They’re filled with quick-acting knockout gas. One whiff and the guards will hit the floor like bags of horse manure. Just don’t spray Poe.”
“Right, Boss,” Chub said.
“Remember,” Dink said. “Go directly to jail, and don’t gas Poe.”