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Rodeo's arms go around Adelaide instantly, clutching her and Charlie to his chest, pressing happy kisses to her hair as he holds her close. He takes a few breaths just to feel the relief of having her in his arms, resolves himself to finish this and keep her and her baby safe. He looks up over her head, glancing into the cell she'd vacated and then dropping his eyes to the bag she's got on her back.
"Goddamn, baby girl, you even do jail better than anybody else," Rodeo breathes, fond and amazed over the nest she's made for herself. He brushes his hand over the top of Charlie's head and hisses his little cheek before stepping back, bending down to tear at the velcro on Bowen's kevlar vest. He's careless with the body, splashing blood across his boots as he turns him over by the grip on the vest. He yanks it off and turns to Adelaide, scooping Charlie out of her arms and helping her slide it over her head as the patrolmen force in through the broken door. He returns Charlie to Adelaide and stands to block them, firing down the hall as the patrolmen try to turn the corner. There's only a handful-- there aren't many in the building to begin with thanks to the rat's false warning. Bullets might be flying but Rodeo's wild on adrenaline, and he strides forward, throwing his back against the wall and twisting around the corner to shoot out two of 'em. But they gotta move. The last thing they need is to get cornered in here. One glance at the cells and he's sure as hell he'd rather a bullet in the skull than hear that lock click closed on him.
Nate moves forward to cover them and yells for them to go ahead. Rodeo glances to the Scot and then back to Adelaide, waving her forward. "C'mon, baby girl," he mumbles under the slam of gunshots. He reaches for her, puts his arm around her to shield her and Charlie against his side, and then moves out with Crow Jane in the lead, littering bullets in the direction of the patrolmen as they run. The ones who don't take cover are hit-- limbs, guts, heads. A bullet hits him in the kevlar and he sucks in a breath, twisting to shoot the one who sent it. The shot hits but he's not sure where. They keep moving out of the holding cells, Rodeo keeping Adelaide against him and slightly behind, his shots sure as they move.
When they shove through the door into the reception area, Rodeo holds the door for Nate and then shoves it closed behind him. Bullets bury in the reinforced steel, and the receptionist screams again. Rodeo bends and grabs the handcuffs from the second patrolman he shot at the door, snapping them around the handles of the double doors and tightening them.
"Sorry, darlin'. You best tell 'em not to shoot through this door," Rodeo says to the girl. He has to hope they won't put bullets in this human barricade, but if they do that ain't his sin. Right now all hell is contained behind these double doors-- but it won't be for long. He looks to his comrades and nods to the door that leads out of the Department of Justice, stuffing his hand into the pocket of his hoodie with his finger still lined up above Crow Jane's trigger.