Reincarnated in Banshee Town

Hood took a walnut and put it in his mouth before continuing:
—Easy, this time it is a job that could leave us good earnings. We have been preparing for a job. The plan is almost complete but we are missing a man, I wonder if you are interested.
Ethan straightened up and asked:
— What job?
Hood turned around and looked at the drinkers in the distance, then turned and whispered:
—Theft of the tank vehicle.
Hearing this, Ethan felt an absurd feeling. He looked at the Sheriff's uniform and badge hanging from Hood's chest and asked seriously:
— How much are we talking about? - I ask interested in the subject, according to the original plot, the assault on the armored truck had to happen soon, but he did not think they would include it.
—I'm not sure, but the risk will be worth it.
—So what is the goal?
— Do you want to join?
— Why not?
Hood took a drink of his beer and whispered:
—The Kinaho Tribe Casino Stock Truck.
After listening to Hood say the target, Ethan nodded, took a sip of beer, and leaned back in his chair.
— What is our plan?
Hood raised his arm, looked at his watch and said:
—I'll tell you until Job arrives.
Sitting and waiting was boring, so Ethan played pool with Hood. When the last guest at the bar left, Ethan carefully put the eight ball in the pocket.
—A winner —Sugar said, raising his arm and issuing a verdict. Hood had no choice but to take out his wallet again and leave ten dollars on the table.
—One more, I think I can beat you.
Hood cleaned the taco hard and blew on the tip of the stick.
Ethan smiled and put the money in his pocket, happily getting a hundred bucks from Hood.
—Forget it, Hood, why don't you play with Sugar and see if you can get your money back? —said, handing Sugar the taco over.
—Ho ho ho, Sugar Daddy has been playing for decades! Hood, are you sure? —Sugar joked.
—Stop talking nonsense and throw the ball.
Hood, angry, took out his wallet and hit it on the pool table.
—Good evening, guys. Did you miss me, you bastards? —Job said, entering with a bag in his arms.
—Bastard, you ran away after drinking all my whiskey. I haven't seen you in a few days, where have you been? —Ethan stepped forward and clashed his fists with Job.
—You still have the nerve to say it. After getting drunk, you left me and that old man sleeping on the living room floor. The next time I go to your house, I'll rip off that damn deer head you have hanging and scare you when I wake up.
—I went to New York. This stupid country town smells like cow dung everywhere. If I stay here a long time, I will go crazy.
Job took off his wig, put the bag down, and walked to the bar to get a bottle of whiskey.
—Hey, welcome, treat it like your own home —Sugar said, failing to hit the cue ball and getting up anxiously.
—Come on, don't be so stingy, we're in the same boat —Job joked, taking out an extra drink and serving Ethan one.
Ethan shook his head with a smile, then carefully took the glass and took a sip.
—Hood, have you talked to Ethan? —Job asked, looking at Hood.
Hood nodded as he bundled the yellow ball into the pocket with a "dong."
—I knew you would choose to join.
Job raised his glass and gestured to Ethan, then walked to the pool table.
Not long after, Hood took another ticket out of his wallet and hit him on the table with a dark face. Ethan and Sugar looked at each other and smiled.
At that moment, the bar door opened again, and Carrie appeared in front of everyone.
Seeing Carrie, Hood smiled and threw the taco on the table.
Carrie looked at the people in the room with a complicated expression and then addressed Job:
—Hello Job.
After looking at her for a moment, Job came up and hugged her.
—Welcome back to the team.
—Okay, everyone is here. Sit down, please —Hood said, closing the bar door from the inside and clapping.
The five found a table and sat in a circle. Job brought a new bottle of whiskey and placed it in front of Sugar.
—Stop causing problems. Job, tell Ethan and Carrie about the situation.
Job took a stack of photos out of his bag, spread them out on the table, and pointed to the first photo.
—This is what happens when the Kino Moon casino transfers funds. Alex Longshadow escorts him every time. In addition to him and his men, there are four armed guards.
—Obviously, we can't do anything here. It's too risky —Carrie said, setting aside the first photo.
— How about on the road? —Ethan asked, pointing to another photo in which the truck was driving on the highway.
—I have researched and collected information. As long as the truck door is closed, it can only be opened from the inside. If we try to force it from the outside ...
— A bomb? —Carrie asked quickly, her eyes lit up.
— Do you want to blow up all the money inside? And we can't make that much noise either —replied Job, taking a sip of whiskey.
—I have discussed this with Hood and Sugar before. I have bribed an internal agent, so when the time comes, I will infiltrate the truck.
Carrie took the second photo.
—The risk is less if we attack it on the road —he said.
Ethan took a sip of wine and asked:
—Wait a minute, what's the route? How much time do we have to act?
—It takes 17 minutes from Highway 80 to the city limit. It is long enough —replied Job.
Ethan rubbed his forehead.
—Shet, you've been planning this for a long time.

Hood coughed.
—Don't be afraid. The casino has terrible micromanaging and the route has basically not changed. We have a great opportunity.
—So why now? —Ethan asked.
—Dan Kendall is dead, the new Kino Moon casino was bombed, and there is a good scapegoat who is ready to get all the attention, right now we have the best chance to do it — Hood replied with a smile.
—Kai Proctor —Ethan and Carrie said in unison.
—Yes, if we steal the truck, Alex will suspect that it is Proctor's second wave of revenge and will think of no one else. Even if Proctor denies it, Alex won't believe him —Sugar added, smiling.
— Where are the weapons? —Ethan asked.
Job proudly searched his bag and pulled out three M9 Berettas, putting them on the table.
— Do you think I went to New York just for a walk?
— Is this firepower enough? —Sugar asked anxiously.
Job sighed:

—We are not going to fight. There are only three people in the escort vehicle, including me and an internal agent.

Looking at the three Beretta M9s, with the serial numbers removed, being placed on the table, Ethan smiled and drank the remains of his drink. Everything was well prepared, they had considered all aspects carefully.
Ethan at the moment did not have much money in the bank, his father's inheritance was running out and if he wanted to live this second life to the fullest, money was obviously a necessity, so he was more than determined to increase his reserves.
After hearing Job explain everything, Hood cleared his throat and said:
—The specific plan is this: we need a vehicle. Carrie, you'll take care of stealing the car, it's your thing. We don't need too many cars; with two it is more enough. The first for action and the second will be reserved for Sugar, who will give support.
—Ethan, Carrie and I will take care of acting —Hood — continued.Job, you take care of the warehouse truck.
— I already prepared the patrol role for you. —added Job — When the time comes, I will make sure Ethan is on duty in this area and the others are on break. No need to worry about someone from the police station suddenly showing up.
—We will do it in two days. I will confirm the specific time and then notify everyone by mobile —Hood said.
When he finished speaking, Job took several cell phones out of his bag and said:
—After tonight, we will never see each other again. We will communicate only through these phones. I already kept all the numbers on them. Once the operation is over, destroy the phone.
They all reached out and grabbed their fair share of the table. Ethan unceremoniously took a Beretta M9 and a mobile phone. He put the phone in his pocket and checked the gun magazine. It was full, but he still asked:
— Do you have spare chargers?
—I knew you would ask —Job smiled, pulling three spare chargers out of his bag.
Hood took the remaining two weapons and Carrie took it upon herself to steal the car and drive. Job would follow the car and be armed too. Hood raised his glass:
—Health.
After discussing business, Hood left the cup and asked Carrie:
— How are you?
Carrie's face darkened:
—Racine asked me to reveal Rabbit's whereabouts, or the Prosecutor's Office will prosecute me for illegal possession of weapons and obstruction of justice.
Sugar took the bottle from Job's hands, put on some use and looked at Carrie:
— Couldn't you ask Gordon to get you out of this mess?
Carrie shook her head with a sigh:
—I tried, but it didn't work. He said the case is being watched by too many people and that I deserve it.
—Shit —Sugar muttered.
Ethan hit the table:
—You can't blame Gordon. Racine will take this seriously because of your identity. Even if Gordon wanted to help you, he couldn't.
—Don't worry, I'll get you a good lawyer —Hood said seriously.
At that moment, Sugar coughed and hesitantly asked:
— Has that special agent Racine mentioned anything ... about the enthusiastic citizens who helped the police chief? Will they leave us alone?
—If you mean you and Job, don't worry, they are not after you. Whether they are charged or not will depend on local police —Ethan replied as he lit a cigarette. He got up and added — The Banshee Sheriff is right here. Ask him if he will accuse you. I'm leaving, call me if you need anything.
The next day, in the afternoon.
 Ethan was on duty alone at the police station. He poured himself a coffee and sat down. He and Siobhan had used part of the intercepted funds to pay bonuses and, at Brock's suggestion, they also bought a new coffee machine. Facilities damaged during the Rabbit men's attack were also replaced.
At Hood's request, in addition to the back door, the police station installed an emergency security system. The current office of the Banshee Town Police Department had been seized from an old Cadillac store, with large windows everywhere.
Security was a problem, so at Hood's suggestion, they installed roll-up blinds on the windows. In an emergency, you only had to press a button to have the blinds protect those inside.
Ethan, alone in the office, pulled out a lunch box. Inside were two juicy pork ribs, accompanied by mashed potatoes and a macaroni and cheese. He dried his hands with a handkerchief, turned on the computer and put America's Next Top Model on YouTube, while devouring his food.
Sometimes working in a rural town can be very quiet, and when you're on duty at night, you need to find something to entertain yourself. After eating, he closed the computer and prepared to go home.
Just then, the police station's phone rang. Ethan sighed, slipped into the chair, and took the microphone:
—Good evening, Banshee Police Department, how can I help you?
— Ethan?
— Who speaks?
—I'm Janie. There seems to be someone outside my house. Could you come over and take a look?
—Sure, I'll be there right away.
Ethan hung up the phone, fastened his seat belt, turned off the lights, and left the police station. He drove to the Maplewood community. It was dark and the streets deserted. Only the faint sound of televisions was heard in neighboring houses.
He parked the car in front of the Kendalls' house, turned off the lights, and crossed the lawn to the door. Janie opened, dressed in a black silk nightgown. Ethan could smell the alcohol on his breath.
— Are you already here? —Jenny said surprised.
Ethan, a little confused, asked:
—Jenny, where did you see the stranger?
Jenny, nervous, stuttered:
—A little while ago ... a man in a black coat passed by here, he was snooping through the bushes.
—Okay, I'll take a look. Close the door first.
Ethan pulled out the Glock and turned on the tactical flashlight. He walked around the house and found nothing suspicious, so he had to return to the front door.
Ethan knocked on the door, put his gun in the holster, and asked Jenny helplessly after she opened the door:
— Janie?
—Maybe I saw it wrong, right? —Jenny stuck out her tongue and smiled shyly.

— Are you sure there is someone outside the house?
Ethan looked her in the eye and asked. The woman's eyes strayed for a moment and then she shook her head silently.
—No.
She noticed Ethan looking at her seriously, then lowered her head and said:
—I'm so sorry.
—It doesn't matter. Since there is no danger, I will return. Have a good night, Mrs. Kendall.
—Wait a minute, can you stay with me for a while? —Janie quickly stopped Ethan —. I am too fragile now to be alone, you could stay with me for a while.- I exclaim with a touch of supplication in his voice.
Ethan sighed, turned his head, and looked inside. The television was on in the living room, there was a bottle of red wine on the table and some food on the plate next to it.
— Do you have something for dinner?
The woman's eyes lit up.
—Italian pasta, I just did it today, do you want some?
Ethan touched his belly, half full. The Italian pasta made by her last time was very good so it wouldn't hurt to hang out for dinner.
— Isn't this inappropriate?
—Okay, I've done a lot.
He quickly brought Ethan in and closed the door without avoiding looking around.
Following Janie into the living room, Ethan took off his service belt and put him aside. He walked to the center of the room, looked at the half-drinking bottle of red wine, and then sat cross-legged in front of the wooden table. The thick carpet was extremely comfortable.
After a while, the mayor's widow hurried to bring a plate. The macaroni was full of meat sauce. He leaned over and put the plate in front of Ethan. Her silk pajamas hung, revealing the woman's tender skin.
After looking closely at him for two seconds, Ethan calmly turned his attention to the television.
— What program are you watching?
—Remodeling as a couple, would you like some red wine to kill time?
—Yes, why not, thanks.
Janie ran back to the kitchen and had a glass of red wine, then leaned over to serve Ethan the wine and sat next to her.
— Do you like this place better?
Ethan glanced at the house. This was much less luxurious than the villa it was last time to, but it was warmly decorated and had a more lively atmosphere.
—Yes, the villa over there is too large. I always felt alone in it.
Janie had a glass of wine and bumped into Ethan's glasses.
—Since Dan passed away, I feel uncomfortable living alone there, so I came back here, this is the house my parents left me. I feel at home in this place.
Ethan quickly put down the cup and said:
—Sorry, you shouldn't have mentioned that.
Janie smiled and said:
—Don't worry, it's not your fault. I've gotten used to being alone.
— Where's your son? —Ethan asked as he rolled up the macaroni.
—They are all at Dan's parents' house —answered after taking a sip of wine and getting up again —. Stop talking about it, I'm going to bring another bottle of wine. No one has accompanied me for a long time, so I need to drink more today.
Not long afterward, they removed the dishes and the two continued to drink red wine while watching television. For Ethan, that was like any other drink, but Jenny's face was already tinged with red.
— Don't you like me for being older than you?
Ethan was watching television when he suddenly heard that phrase. He turned his head quickly and saw Janie looking at him with a furrowed mouth.
— Why do you say that? —Ethan shook his head —. You are quite charming in my opinion.
Janie took a deep breath. The strap of her nightgown slipped and, picking up the glasses on the table, spoke again:
—So why did you stop last time?
Ethan felt his throat dry and took a sip of red wine before answering:
—You were a married woman, I can't ... at least I shouldn't.
Janie leaned back, stretching her long, soft legs toward him.
— Now what?
—You are now a widow ... —Ethan had only just started when something shone in his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed Jenny's hand, and pulled hard at him.
Jenny exclaimed and fell back onto the carpet. The glass of wine he was holding rolled, spilling everywhere and dyeing the carpet bright red.
—Madam, I'm sorry, I soiled your carpet —Ethan said as he lifted Janie's ankles, tilting the glass of wine over her calf.
Jenny felt the cold wine sliding down her skin, which immediately excited her. He murmured unconsciously:
—Madam, I'm sorry, I soiled your carpet —Ethan said as he lifted Janie's ankles, tilting the glass of wine over her calf.
The cold liquid ran through her skin, causing a shudder in Janie. The wine was sliding down his legs, creating a contrast between the liquid cold and the increasing heat in his body. His toes involuntarily tightened as the strange touch ignited his senses. He murmured in a soft tone:
—Okay, I'll clean it up tomorrow.
Ethan laughed softly, leaving the cup aside and letting his hands slowly run down Janie's legs. She leaned back, feeling the environment change. The game between the two had ceased to be innocent and now the air was charged with desire.
Ethan leaned toward her, his lips brushing against the skin of his calf, slowly kissing the path the wine had made. Janie narrowed her eyes, allowing her emotions to envelop her, her breathing grew heavier with each movement. Ethan slowly climbed up his leg, his kisses tracing a path to his thigh, where the contact of his mouth was more insistent.
Janie looked at him with half-open eyes, her hands were looking for contact, and upon finding him, her fingers intertwined in Ethan's hair, guiding him toward her. Without words, they both knew what was about to happen.
Janie's body reacted to every touch of Ethan, the friction between them intensified the sensation, while their bodies seemed to seek each other with silent urgency. Ethan took control, and they both got carried away by desire, Ethan was quickly stripped of his uniform by the hands of Janie, his hard limb quickly entered her
Janie's sighs filled the room, the dim light on the television illuminated her figures as the intensity of the moment increased. Ethan kept watching her, as if he wanted to memorize every expression, every sound that came from his lips.
Finally, the atmosphere was filled with overwhelming heat as they both fell together, their bodies synchronized in a sway of emotions and sensations that completely enveloped them. Everything on that night seemed to be blurred, except for the shared desire between the two.
When the moment passed and the silence became the owner of the room, Janie opened her eyes slowly, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
—It looks like we'll have to clean up more than the —rug whispered mischievously, leaning back into Ethan's arms.
The next morning, Ethan turned off the butt in the ashtray and lifted the quilt.
—I should go, otherwise your neighbors will see me.
— Do you think they didn't see your car parked outside last night? —Janie raised her head and then sat down — I'll take a shower, you don't mind right
—I don't care.
Ethan immediately leaned on his hands, turned on his waist, and took Janie in his arms, walking rhythmically toward the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower, Ethan arrived at the police station in a good mood. He greeted everyone and headed to his seat. Before long, Siobhan came up with the to-do list for the day.
—Thank you.
Ethan looked at the assigned patrol area, then turned his gaze to the Sheriff's Office and nodded. After making some jokes with Brock, he went to the bathroom and took out his cell phone. A text message showed the time and place of the meeting.
After writing down the key information, he washed his hands and went out on patrol. After completing a round, he drove to a corner where he used to fish, parked the car, and pulled out the Beretta M9 Job had given him, placing it around his waist. After getting out of the car and into the woods, he came to an old road that connected the city to Highway 80.
A red Ford F150 and a white van were parked on the side of the road. Seeing Ethan come out of the woods, several people leaning against the Ford stood up: Hood, Carrie and Sugar were there.
Sugar walked into the van, opened the side door, waited for Carrie to enter, and then closed it. Moments later, Carrie got out of the vehicle, now dressed in a black suit and hood.