Bishop ain’t surprised when Rodeo calls ‘em all in close, circling ‘em all up and declaring they’ve got business to discuss. For the first time in what feels like and age their Chaplain can actually focus on something other than that searing ache in his chest, the gaping wound that’s been left since Teagan was marked as the rat. With each passing day he believes it less and less, but there’s still evidence -- a hell of a lot of it -- that stacks up against her. The biggest piece being Sonny is sitting inside these walls with them. There’s doubt growing inside of him, doubt as to whether or not he’s as discerning as he’s always thought he was. But that’s a thought he easily chases away as he drags his attention back to the conversation at hand.
Having a flying monkey on their payroll, it’s a real damn stroke of luck for them. Not for the first time Bishop finds himself thankful for the fact that Rome’s outside this place, that someone with a clear head is making sure the Dogs don’t fall into chaos while they’re all holding makeshift council meetings inside the former hotel, turned prison.
Still, even with Rome out there protecting what matters most. Bishop has an uneasy feeling about striking out at their cat problem. “We’re considering the fact that they may not strike out at us, right?” Bishop hates to voice this thought, hates the idea of the Park being attacked while they’re inside. But the cats have gone after them once that way, so he doesn’t believe they won’t strike where it would hurt ‘em most. “That they might go for the park again?”