Rodeo has a feeling Wolfe is up to something as soon as he spots those geeks. As a serial survivor and lifelong dodger of death, Rodeo has grown quite adept at realizing that trait in others early on. It's part of the surviving thing, collecting others with a penchant for living. If Rodeo had any doubts that Gray Wolfe was his kind of people, they're gone as soon as Wolfe makes a grab for his knife. He doesn't stop the other man, trusting first that he is capable of doing whatever it is he's planning to do, and second that whatever Wolfe is planning to do doesn't involve turning that knife back on him. He plays along and tries to act dumb as Gray leans back, looking for all the world like he's reelin' on shock and blood loss. Rodeo holds on to him until he feels Gray start to purposefully fall back, at which point he lets him. He twists to look, seeing Gray shove that knife into the patrolman's chest. Rodeo's hand comes up instinctively, gripping Gray's elbow to help keep him steady as he twists the blade. He reaches his other hand out, grabbing the patrolman's Glock out of his hand and lifting it to fire a shot into the skull of a runner breaking through the crowd.
"Shouldn'ta listened to us, ya dumb shit," Rodeo mumbles at the gutted patrolman as he shoves against the man's shoulder to help Gray dislodge the knife from his sternum. "Your plan was way better."
Now they have to move. Rodeo knows he's going to have to leave his bike, which isn't a decision he makes lightly. But Wolfe is clearly injured, and Rodeo can't expect him to handle a motorcycle ride back through the rocky, hilly Greenbelt. They'll have to take this shot-up van. Rodeo bends down and picks up Crow Jane, offering the Glock to Wolfe and then hooking his arm around the other man to help him to the van. He knows Wolfe must be in pain, and he tries to be conscious of it, but Rodeo doesn't waste time either. He hurries them to the truck, unceremoniously shoves Gray into open back door and climbs in behind him, slamming the door shut and running to the front of the van. The driver door is open and, blessedly, a set of keys is in the ignition-- clearly, one of the patrolmen had been ready to make off with the truck. Rodeo pulls the door shut and twists the key in the ignition, starting it up just as the sound of shufflers slapping their hands against the sides of the van comes from outside. Rodeo slams his foot on the gas, and the whole van rumbles unsteadily down the road on its busted wheel.
"Godammit," Rodeo declares, wishing he hadn't tried burning this bridge. He pushes the van on anyway, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He taps the password in and then holds the phone out to Gray. "Here. Let your old lady know I'm takin' you home."