If it was just him out here facing those uniformed cretins Sarge would happily try to take out as many of them as possible until they managed to kill him. But it is all of their lives at stake here, everyone that matters to him is involved in this situation, even those left behind at the Park. Because if they all die today their camp is left even more vulnerable than it was after the attack, with Los Narwhals armed to the teeth with their sparkly new Capitol toys.
It is the only logical decision, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Sarge has never done well with being locked up, has always been one of those guys that were known to everyone by name within days for not playing well with others. It makes his skin crawl, sets his teeth on edge. The walls will shift closer and closer each day, making him even more irritable than usual.
And there will be so many in that damn place that would be happy to get their hands on an officer, or even better: the Dog King himself. It will be a full time job to keep an eye out for trouble, but he is ready. If it means that everyone else gets to live, that the rest of the Hounds can go back and protect their home? Sarge is more than ready to give up his freedom for that.
But if those morons think that he will play along like a good little dog they are dumber than they look. He has found himself pinned to stained mats and dirty bar floors more often than he cared to count, and the first patrolman attempting to cuff him makes the grave mistake of stepping up from behind, right within reach of his legs. With a grim expression Sarge swipes at his leg and chuckles as the man finds himself on the asphalt next to them. "Careful there, minions, I got some real bad muscle spasms." It only takes a few moments before he has someone on his back, a knee pressing down against his spine while two men try to pry his hands out from underneath his body. Sarge looks positively serene as he manages to turn his head towards Rodeo. "They sent fuckin' amateurs to arrest us. That's insulting."