Rodeo barks out a harsh laugh, and though Sarge is trying to help him up off the ground, he doesn't bother trying to get his legs under him. He reaches up to slap his hand against Sarge's shoulder, the most he can do before two patrolmen come up behind his best friend and grab him by his arms, shoving hard to force him down beside Rodeo.
"Down," the commander hollers again, like he's giving a command to a dog. "Down, on the ground, get down or you will be shot."
Rodeo is sitting up on the ground, but the patrolmen don't seem satisfied with that, and one comes behind him to shove him forward. He shifts onto his stomach, palms flat against the asphalt as he turns his face to look over at Sarge on the ground beside him. "Godammit," he growls, every muscle in his body tense and ready to fight the moment he sees his chance. "If these motherfuckers make us miss breakfast, Shortcake's gonna ice us so bad we won't thaw 'till April."
Behind the King and Sergeant at Arms, Sonny has managed to skid to a rough stop. When the patrolmen start screaming orders to get on the ground, his face twists into something snide and defiant, and he stays straddling his bike for several extended moments before he feels the barrel of a gun graze the side of his head. "Get down," the patrolman behind him orders, and Sonny slowly dismounts his bike and drops down to kneel. Sarge and Rodeo are flat on their stomachs up ahead, but the patrolman seems to accept the others dropping to their knees or sitting on the ground as anyone still standing is forced down low at gunpoint.
"Where are the officers?" one of the commanders calls to the patrolmen who are picking their way through the crowd of Hellhounds, making sure they all get down. "Bring 'em forward."
Sonny grits his teeth as the gun goes back to his head, and the patrolman hauls him up to trudge a few steps forward beside where Sarge and Rodeo lie, forcing him back down onto his knees beside them. He twists to look over his shoulder, watching as the patrolmen hunt through the crowd looking for the rest of the Hellhounds with officer patches at their breasts.