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Rodeo takes the lead again, heading out with that purposeful swagger in his step. He strides down the halls of the Capitol with Adelaide right behind, retracing the path he and Nate took earlier. When they've nearly reached the parking garage, he takes a detour down a hallway, looking to Adelaide.
"This one's got the offices, right?" he asks, lifting his brows. He waits for her to confirm before he chooses a door at random, turning the handle to let himself in. He leaves the door open with Nate and Adelaide in the doorway, and he lifts the gun in his hand, pointing it in the face of Councilman Matthews. He reaches for the phone on the man's desk, turning it to face him, upsetting piles of paper carelessly as he does. He lifts up the receiver and tucks it between his jaw and shoulder, eyes on the councilman.
"What's the Mayor's extension?" he asks casually. The councilman sputters, and Rodeo's finger shifts down to the trigger. "Let's go, partner."
"Eight-- Eight-one-six," the councilman chokes. Rodeo punches in the numbers, never taking his eyes off the other man.
"What's that smell, man?" Rodeo says conversationally. "That your cologne? What is that?"
"C-Calvin Klein," the councilman stutters.
"Smells like golf course rape," Rodeo declares. And then the other end of the line picks up.
"Greg?" Olinger huffs, sounding impatient.
"Nah, partner," Rodeo responds, but the Mayor is hardly listening.
"Look, now's not a good time--" The Mayor falters, finally catching up. He pauses for a breath, then says, "Who is this?"
"Sometimes freedom for the wolves means death to the sheep."
He doesn't wait for the reaction. He knows what it will be. He drops the receiver down onto the cradle and steps away, reaching for Adelaide's hand and taking it as he stores Crow Jane back in his pocket. "C'mon. We're outta here."