"Don't worry, I'll grab it once you're locked the fuck up. Thanks for it, by the way," Rodeo said as he hauled John. He wasn't about to stop to grab it with the boy in his arms, not trusting how long he'd remain docile and knowing from the ferocity with which he had fought that he could still be a pain in the ass, even without the use of his fists.
Rodeo pocketed the switchblade, then stood with an irritated grunt, bringing his boot forward to kick John hard in the side. "Well they're gonna be missin' you for a while, 'cause you ain't leavin' here still breathing," Rodeo snapped, before stepping through the door to the cell and pulling it shut, hearing the lock click in place.