There is some honest irritation vented towards Sonny, but Rodeo isn't interested in it. Whatever that tension is between Sonny and T, they can solve it outside of mass. This ain't the time for him to be dissecting Sonny's issues with women in power-- that sounds like a job for his therapist, really. Rodeo sits down at the head of the table, nodding in agreement Teagan and Silas. It's time to get started.
"Guess I'll start with the good news," Rodeo begins, wasting no more time on idle chatter. "Grady's dead. His lil bitch Deputy, she got a hankerin' for him and took a bite. Wash rat ran across Grady and put him down. Too bad it wasn't us. We coulda directed him back to the precinct." Somehow, Rodeo thinks it would have been more satisfying if the pigs found their Chief shuffling around for themselves. "Mayor appointed himself a new Chief. N' would you believe it, he chose Commander Avery. Now, y'all know my sister's shacked up at the Capitol. She's the one who came to me with this, 'cause Avery ain't just a pig to her. He's a friend. She asked me to try sparin' him. But that ain't a promise I can make when we don't know Avery's agenda." Rodeo pauses, careful as he goes on. What he's proposing goes against everything their experiences have taught them so far. The Capitol has never proven trustworthy to them-- hell, nobody has ever proven trustworthy to them. Hellhounds don't do treaties and alliances. They stick with the pack. No one else gets near, no one else gets in. But he goes on, even if what he's proposing means they would have to trust a group that has been aggressively hellbent on destroying them from the start. "But there's a way we can find out where Avery stands. One on one. A meet with him, the new Chief of Police."