Wolfe remains reasonable despite the gun crushed to his skull and the arm clamped around his neck, which is a thing Rodeo honestly doesn't believe he'd be able to muster if their positions were reversed. After all, he is currently strangling a man with his boot for slapping a hand to his shoulder. But Wolfe's cool logic in the face of this paltry-ass pig on a power trip is impressive, and Rodeo finds himself getting on board with it. Besides, Wolfe declaring his bite is enough to take some of the steam out of Rodeo's anger. If it's true, all of this might be for nothing. The library might still lose their leader.
Rodeo eases up on the patrolman's throat, lifting his boot enough that the man can gasp for air. He's watching the man holding Wolfe closely, waiting for any chance to put the pig down. He keeps his hands up and visible, as if that makes him less of a threat. He nods at Wolfe's words, backing up the logic inherent in the plan he presents. "I never had a problem with Wolfe and everybody knows it. No reason for me to have gone 'n put a bullet in him. Besides, you blast one 'o them nines into his head and the APD ain't gonna believe you neither. Every man o' theirs I put down had a homemade hollowpoint in his skull."
"Oh, right. The big bad Dog King shoots big bad ammo," the patrolman scoffs. "Who could forget?"
"I got nothin' to shoot right now, partner," Rodeo points out, lifting his brows and giving his empty hands a pointed shake. Maybe it's the wrong thing to point out, because the patrolman finally takes the gun away from Gray's temple-- only to point it at Rodeo's chest instead. Of course, the one goddamn day he leaves his trailer without the vest on.
"No. You don't. So here's what you're gonna do. You're going to come over here nice and slow, take Wolfe and put him in that truck for me." The patrolman takes his arm off of Wolfe's neck, shifting to stand up and step back from him, keeping his gun trained on the Dog King. Rodeo's jaw flexes and his nose flares with contained heat, the order and that pointed gun going a long way to cloud his mind with rage, but this is what he'd been waiting for. A shift that could give him a chance to make a move. He comes forward, kneeling down by Wolfe, glancing over him as he tries to figure out a way to move him while causing the least amount of damage to the other man's injuries.
"Sorry, brother," he grumbles when he realizes that there's little chance of making this move comfortable for Wolfe. He hooks arm arm around the other man's shoulders, as gentle as he can be while he hauls him up, assuming that Wolfe will be able to walk with assistance once he gets him standing. "Gonna be a real bumpy ride now that you're down a tire," Rodeo adds, looking back at the patrolman holding his gun to them. He looks over just in time to see a throng of geeks stumbling around the corner, mouths starting to chew at the air as they spot the cause of the racket that undoubtedly drew them in the first place. "Aw shit. Looks like you already got yourself a fanclub."