The door to the Capitol opens for him. Rodeo holds the gun low, but he's ready. There's no denying the wave of relief that crashes through him when he sees Nate's face-- another friend, another person he's hung his desperate heart on who has come through carrying the weight of it. He's so grateful he damn near smacks a kiss on Nate too, but instead he just steps inside and slaps his hand to Nate's and yanks him in for a quick and brotherly hug with a pound on the back.
"I like your attitude, brother," Rodeo says, glad Nate is as ready to go as he is. He puts his gun away down the front of his jeans for easy access and they start to move.
There are few places left in Austin that the Dog King hasn't seen, but the interior of the Capitol is certainly one of them. He takes it in as they walk down the halls, his steps more purposeful than they've ever been. There are men in suits and smartly dressed ladies, sconces on walls and marble on the floors. It's all clean and sterile and gently lit, a bizarre contrast to the grit and rust and blinding light of home. He doesn't distract himself with thoughts of what he might be taking Adelaide and her baby away from-- the comfort, the security of this place is undeniable, and if he let himself he'd feel guilty that he's the reason she can't stay here any more. But he also knows he's the reason she can't want to stay anymore. She belongs with him.
Besides, this ivory tower ain't safe anymore.
He walks down the halls, a smirk gracing his mouth as he eyes the faces of the people who walk past him, unaware that he's a hungry wolf inside their henhouse. He starts to whistle as he walks, his anticipation climbing with each step he takes. When they reach the doors that lead to the Department of Justice's offices, Rodeo stops and turns to Nate, one hand on the door.
"I'm gonna cut down as many men in there as I need to to get to my sister," Rodeo tells him plainly, without a hint of apprehension over what he's about to do. "You don't have to come with me. You can go wait with your girl, you already done more than enough. It's your choice, my brother."