It takes a few moments before Sarge can react, because three patrolman are trying to pull him up by his handcuffs, and because he doesn't want to believe what he is hearing. Some gravel is sticking to his cheek, worked into the skin while one of the uniformed goons held him down, and he tilts his head sideways to try and get it off by rubbing against his shoulder.
Everybody looks at Teagan and so dies he, looking for once not angry but hurt. Because out of all of them he never thought it would be her. Not once did he question her integrity because it took the longest to gain his respect and he trusted her. Sarge doesn't trust easy, and right now he is glad that he is still on his knees. If he had been standing he would have fallen right back down anyway, with the way his head is spinning and the blood rushing in his ears.
Rodeo is yelling, but he doesn't hear the words. He looks at Teagan, sees her rush towards Sunny. It was smart to wait until they were all cuffed, and that this is the first coherent thought he registers puzzles him.
Sarge follows Teagan with his eyes, how they pull her away from Sonny and let her go, transitioning from hurt to anger. He can't believe it, doesn't want to believe it, and later he will mull that over because there is plenty of time for him to think at La Quinta. How he should trust the Capitol goons even less than anyone will come up, but right now all there is is hurt, and with one last glare at their female officer he turns and manages to get on his feet. "Where were we? I think you were about to arrest us."
And just because he can he kicks at the nearest uniform, the next best thing to take his anger out on, and doesn't stop until one of them decides to put a gun to his head, reminding him that he needs to stay alive to be of any help until they figure out how to get back to where they belong.