Find Weapons

Todd frantically searched the room for any small items that he could easily place in his pockets. "There's nothing." He shouts, worriedly. " "What? Did you expect them to leave out the surgical tools?" Norm taunts. "Shut up. Did you check under Norm's bed?" Jones asks. "I did. Nothing but wood panels." "No, we don't want to rip that apart. We can't destroy the place." Jones says. "And why not? They are playing to kill us anyways." Norm snaps. "They already don't trust us. They can't come back to see the room in disarray. They need to believe that we know nothing. If they come in here and it looks like everything is in tact that means we have the upper hand." Jones cautions. "What should I do then?" "I may have an idea." Jones limps off his wheelchair and hops onto his bed. "This is a crappy, old wheelchair. I'm almost certain that the two front wheels will come off. But only take one of them off." Todd does as he was told. He was able to take off the wheel with minimal effort. "Now what?" Jones tosses Todd a pillowcase. "Stuff it in there." Todd places the wheel in the empty pillow case. He starts to pace back and forth with the pillow case. "No, don't  do that. Sit on the foot of my bed, and place the pillowcase on your lap." Todd carefully sits down at the foot of the bed with the pillow case. "You nervous? It's ok if you are." Jones asks. "A little." "Understandable. You probably have never done anything like this before." Todd stares at Jones for a moment. "That's where you are wrong. I attacked O'Neil." "You what?" Norm shouts. Jones takes a deep breath. "Keep that fire. We may need it."