"Fuckin' typical," Rodeo grunted, rolling his eyes and then hauling John up, throwing him over his shoulder. It didn't prove much of a challenge-- Rodeo had carried Cutter this way once before, and John was a feather compared to Cutter's bulk. "Bein' a pain in my ass ain't gonna do you no favors," Rodeo still grumbled, moving towards the gate. "Shortcake, get the gate for me. And keep an eye on him. Don't know what he got." The axe was the only weapon he had seen John with, but Rodeo knew well enough that there might be others hidden on him.
Rodeo hauled John into one of the first buildings nearest the gate, not wanting to drag him around and let him get a good view of their accommodations. He chose a cell block furthest from any inhabitants of the building, kicking a cell open and then throwing the boy down off his shoulder. He stepped into the cell, kneeling back down to pat at John's pockets and waistband, feeling for any more weapons he might have. "Anyone gonna be missin you, ya little fuck?" Rodeo asked John as he searched him, though he doubted he'd get a straight answer from him.