Reincarnated in Banshee Town

Ethan closed the car door and asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
— What are you talking about? I do not understand you.
—Rebecca said she was going to visit her brother today. I went to pick her up in the morning, but no one was home. The neighbor commented that she came out last night —Proctor continued asking — Wasn't she with you last night?
Ethan shook his head and said:
—No, last night I drank at the bar in Sugar  late and then I went to each one directly. I didn't see her at any time.
At that moment, Hood also stopped the car next to him. He got out of the vehicle and looked at them both.
— What happened?
Ethan replied:
—Rebecca is missing. She's the girl who stabbed a member of a motorcycle gang at the Banshee Festival last time.
— Have you tried calling her?
As soon as Hood finished speaking, he was stunned. How could you ask such an obvious question?
By chance, just at that point, it's a phone.
Proctor took his cell phone out of his pants pocket. Looking at the name of the caller, he scoffed and answered, activating the speaker.
—Good morning, Kai.
Alex's mocking voice echoed from the phone.
Proctor replied in a deep voice:
— Do you have Rebecca?
—Don't worry, he's in good hands, at least for now. I already told you, give me back my money. — From Alex's tone, you could tell he was gloating over the situation.
Proctor suppressed his anger and said:
—Put her on the phone right now.
Soon, Rebecca's scared voice rang from the phone.
Ethan and Hood exchanged glances, in silence.
Alex's voice was heard again:
—Before noon, bring $$ 1,211,300 that you stole from the Kinaho MoonNot a penny less, and nothing will happen to him, otherwise I cannot assure you that he is still alive.
—I didn't steal your damn money. —Proctor said between teeth.
—Leave the excuses. Give me my money back and I'll let it go.
—This is just the beginning. The cattle that died in the explosion is only part of the interest. Then we will talk about the bombing of the new casino. 
Alex hung up.
Proctor squeezed the phone so hard that his knuckles turned white. I didn't expect Alex to dare provoke him like that.
His eyes lit up. He couldn't do it alone; a plan to attack the casino could not be made since Rebecca had to be rescued.
When his eyes fell on Hood, an idea crossed his mind.
—You have heard what has happened. Alex Longshadow kidnapped Rebecca. Go rescue her.
—Sorry, I have no jurisdiction in the reservation —Hood replied flatly.
Proctor stared at him.
—You don't seem to be one of those who follow the rules to the letter.
Hood remained silent and simply shook his head.
Proctor smiled contemptuously, and then, staring at Hood, said slowly:
—A few weeks ago I did you a favor, and I was clear to Ethan that you were indebted to me. I think you will remember, right?
Hood stopped and nodded resignedly.
—All right, I'll bring her back.
Proctor patted Hood's shoulder, satisfied, and turned to leave.
—Damn ...
Hood cursed silently. The satisfaction of before, when he made fun of Proctor, had vanished. He did not expect all this to go backwards.
— What are we going to do now? —Ethan asked as he stretched.
Rebecca had been captured, and could not stand idly by.
—Call Job —Hood said seriously —. Job has been watching the casino for a while. Let's see what it can do.
KInaho Moon – Back door.
— Everything clear? —Job's voice echoed through the earpiece. Ethan and Hood nodded as they headed toward the back entrance to the casino.
Thanks to the worm that I never implanted in the security system, they were able to get access and the plans of the casino with ease, they decided to act as quickly as possible to rescue Rebecca, for now the surprise element was on their side.
Upon reaching the back door, Hood took the handle and said to Ethan:
—Remember, we have no jurisdiction here. Do not shoot unless absolutely necessary.
—Five seconds, three, two, one ... forward —Job's voice gave them the go-ahead just as the red lock light turned green.
—Good job —Ethan said as they followed Hood inward.
—The security system of this casino is a joke. According to the plans, they should be entering the kitchen now.
Job, sitting in the car, leafed through the plans as he continued to speak.
—They walk down the hall. Rebecca must be in the VIP area behind the casino.
Ethan and Hood walked through the busy kitchen, following instructions. Between burning stoves, Ethan saw a chef cooking a piece of beef, without him noticing, took a piece and chewed it.
—Not bad, I'll ask next time. — Ethan commented.
Hood noticed his movements and said, without giving it more importance:
—Keep moving forward.
Ethan chewed twice and then spat the bite out in a trash can.
He crossed with a waitress, of the uniformed hombres entered the kitchen.
— Have they been lost? —asked the waiter cautiously.
Hood looked at him:
— Are we in the kitchen?
—Sí.
—Then there is no way to get lost.
The waiter watched the two men walk safely and shrugged, returning to work.
Later, Ethan saw a hallway and a staircase. I ask:
—We already passed the kitchen, and now?
—At the end of the hall, on the left.

They turned around and stopped at the same time.
—After that door, they will enter the VIP area —Job reported, but Ethan and Hood were looking at a burly man standing in front of the door.
Hood tried to relax and addressed the guard:
—I'm from the Banshee Town Police Department and I need to get in.
—The Banshee Town Police Department has no jurisdiction here. If you are not on the guest list, you cannot enter.
The guard stepped forward, looking at them from above.
Hood sighed and showed the gun to his waist.
— Do you know what? I have a gun.
The guard smiled, unbuttoned his jacket, and patted his own pistol.
— Who doesn't?
— What if they are two against one? —Ethan also showed his gun, smiling.
The guard, without thinking, said:
—Well, then they leave me no choice.
If I hizo aside, banging his head.
Hood exhaled relieved. He did not want to use the weapon unless absolutely necessary.
When he was about to open the door, the guard stopped them:
—Hey, are you going to come in like this?
— What do you mean? —Hood asked confused.
The security guard, nervous, replied:
—If they don't knock me out, how will I keep my job? Are you going to get me one?
—You are right —Ethan said with a smile.
Ethan reached out, and with a slight blow to the guard's head with his pistol, instantly knocked him unconscious.
`` Okay, now we are entering the VIP area.
  Ethan looked at the bustling crowd inside and couldn't help but whistle. No wonder both Proctor and Mayor Kendall wanted a share of the casino business.
  —Now go through the casino and go straight up the stairs. The back area is not marked on the design plans. If I were Alex, I'd hide people here —Job said for sure.
  Ethan and Hood walked quickly through the casino after listening to Job. The uniforms they were wearing were too flashy, and the casino security personnel had already targeted them.
  There were several doors in the innermost part of the casino, and when they pushed one of them, they found stairs. When they reached the middle, the top door opened and a security guard looked at them with a cane in hand. At that very moment, one person also entered through the back door, catching them both.
  Ethan shifted his shoulders, looked at the two people, and said to Hood:
  —Leave it to me, come in first.
  Without saying a word, the man above rushed with his cane swaying. The stick buzzed in the air, and went straight to Ethan's head. He nimbly dodged the blow, his fingers, like hooks, grabbed the attacker's arm, and with a quick movement, threw him through the air.
  Hood took the opportunity to run to the second floor.
  The security guard fell on the person running up. They both screamed in pain and rolled down the stairs.
  Ethan jumped with agility, landing firmly on the lower floor. The person at his feet tried to get up, but Ethan did not allow it. With a kick to the head, the man passed out, letting out a moan as several teeth flew along with a stream of blood.
  Suddenly, a smell of sweat caught him off guard. Ethan was locked up tightly by the second person's arm, who was trying to subdue him.
  Ethan stabilized his body, sinking his center of gravity, and then used his legs to back off abruptly. The guard could not bear the force, stumbled, and they both crashed into the wall. Ethan, muffled, came out unscathed, while the guard hit his head hard, letting go of his grip.
  Ethan raised his elbow and hit hard. The guard let out a cry of pain before falling to the ground, huddled. Ethan was about to kick him again, but seeing the pain in the man's eyes, he decided to quickly climb the stairs.
  Hood's voice disappeared from the headphones, and Job, anxiously, asked Ethan to rush to provide support.
  Ethan opened the wooden door and entered the second floor, which was being renovated and full of rubble. He saw that Hood was surrounded by three Kinaho Moon security guards and sighed with relief. He pressed the earpiece and said:
  —All right, only Hood's headset is broken and they're pounding it.
  —That's fine, he's used to being hit. That bastard broke my headphones, let him get hit a few more times —Job replied, calm from his position outside, probably smoking.
  Hood was caught by two guards and thrown against a shattered glass wall. He fell among the shards of glass in the next room.
  Although they all had weapons, by scruples no one dared to shoot. They came to the door in uniform.
  Ethan moved quickly, but at that moment, a black shadow came out of a nearby room. A long leg headed towards him like a whip. Ethan protected his head with his hands, and the sound of the impact echoed. He backed two steps to ease the blow.
  He lowered his hands and looked forward.
  Nola, dressed in jeans and a black vest, appeared in front of him.
  — Is it you? —Ethan asked, surprised.
  Nola was also surprised to see him and then scoffed:
  —You have guts. This is not under the jurisdiction of the Banshee Police Department, and yet you dare to come to the Kinaho tribe to cause trouble.
  — And you don't dare also go to Banshee to kidnap a young woman? So let's say we're pretty even —Ethan said, shrugging.
  Nola took a fighting stance and said:
  —Don't go home crying later.
  —I'll go but if you give me your phone number.
  Nola's face turned cold and she quickly stepped forward. Her long legs kicked one after the other like whips, with the sharp tips of her boots cutting through the air. Few men could resist his ability.
  Ethan deftly dodged the attacks, but he knew that a mistake would put him in a vulnerable position. In a moment of opportunity, he stepped forward and caught his kick with his shoulder. The pain ran through his calf, but he remained calm. Ethan extended his big hands, grabbed Nola's leg, and, with a cold smile, said:
  — And you dare to call me skinny? Let me show you.
  Under Nola's horrified gaze, Ethan threw her against the wall. The impact was strong, opening a hole in the thin wooden wall, and Nola fell into the next room. Ethan jumped behind her, and soon the sound of the fight filled the air.
  Fists pierced the wood, rubble flew, and the tips of the boots made holes. It wasn't until a long time after the movement in the room stopped.
  Ethan managed to subdue Nola, with a hand of hers bent behind him. He controlled her firmly, as she continued to fight, writhing under him.
  Ethan leaned towards his ear and said harshly:
  —Yes in the ones losing an arm, I will suggest you stop.
  He pushed his arm up, and under intense pain, Nola finally abandoned her resistance.
  At that point, a shot resonates in him air.
  Ethan put Nola aside and, without releasing her, carefully led her out of the room.
  Outside, several people were already lying on the ground. Hood was at the end of the hall with his hands raised, and Ethan pushed Nola towards him.
  At the end of the hall, a large half-decorated office looked messy but luxurious. Rebecca was standing in a corner, her hands tied behind her back. Alex, with a gun in hand, looked at Hood with a complicated expression.
  When Alex saw that Nola was under control, he pressed his lips. Hood, relieved to see Ethan, tried to persuade Alex:
  —You are an intelligent man. Look at our uniforms. Are you sure you want to shoot the Sheriff and his men here?
Alex, after a pause, reluctantly left his gun and sarcastically said:
—So Proctor has two more dogs, huh?
Looking at Alex, who seemed angry, Hood explained:
—Don't get me wrong, we're here just for this girl you kidnapped, and what happens between you and Proctor has nothing to do with us.
Ethan looked at Rebecca. She was not injured at all, but there was a trail of blood at the corner of her mouth and footprints on her face. Rebecca saw Ethan's figure appear and the panic on her face quickly dissipated. Ethan winked at her, and Rebecca wisely made no sound and was silent in a corner.
At that moment, Nola saw Alex's hesitation, fought again, and screamed fiercely:
— Alex, kill them!
—Hey, little wild horse, can you say such hurtful things? —Ethan tightened his grip more.
Nola felt severe pain in her arm, but still wanted to break free from control. Seeing this, Alex quickly raised the gun.
—Let her go.
—Everyone calm down —Hood intervened.
Seeing that everyone's anger on the scene was mounting again, Hood took two steps forward and continued to make gestures to try to calm everyone's emotions. Then he turned and said:
—Ethan, let Nola go first.
The situation could not remain at a standstill like that. Someone had to make concessions. Ethan had no choice but to move forward and push Nola a few steps forward.
After Nola was released from the tether, she ran a few steps forward and, angrily, broke the cabinet glass next to her with her fist. He grabbed a samurai sword placed in the cabinet and was about to pounce on Ethan.
— Nola! —Alex stopped moving.
Nola did not want to argue with Alex in front of strangers, so she had to stand still with a proud face. But still, he moved his arm forward vigorously, aiming the sword directly at Ethan.
Alex, on the other side, saw that there was nothing he could do, so he also lowered his weapon, but continued to hesitate. Seeing this, Hood went one step further.
—Don't worry, we're only here for this girl, and I think Rebecca won't press charges. How about we all treat him like a misunderstanding?
Alex's face was gloomy and, after a moment of silence, he said stiffly:
—Everyone, get out of the reserve right now before I regret it and bury you in the mountains.
After saying this, Hood and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, and Rebecca quickly ran and stood next to Ethan.
—Hey, pretty boy, we'll see you soon —Nola said.
Nola threw hard the katana in her hand with an expression of annoyance. A cold light shone, the blade sank into the wall less than half a meter from it, and the handle trembled.
—Thanks —Ethan smiled nonchalantly, reached out, grabbed the knife handle, and pulled it off the wall.
After cutting the rope from Rebecca's hand, she dropped the katana to the ground. The three of them then left the casino by the same route, followed by security personnel who came one after the other.
When she walked out the back door and saw the dazzling sun outside, Rebecca couldn't help but cover it with her hands.
—Take her with Proctor, I'll go first —Hood said.
After Hood finished his explanation, he took the headphones Ethan threw at him and walked in the direction of Job.
After Ethan and Job greeted, Rebecca was taken back to the police car.
— Are you okay? —Ethan took out a handkerchief and handed it to Rebecca, asking her to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and then gave her a bottle of mineral water.
—Okay, let's go back —Rebecca unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Ethan started the vehicle and moved on. After the speed increased, the wind poured through the car window and lifted her hair. Rebecca felt renewed. Ethan looked at her out of the corner of his eye and said:
—You should know why they kidnapped you, no. You know what your uncle does, right?
Rebecca recalled the scene where she and Proctor went to fly the new casino in Kinaho. 
He looked out the window, nodded silently and said:
—I know something.
—Then you must understand that things like this can happen again in the future, if you stay by your uncle's side —Ethan hesitated for a moment and then continued —: Have you ever considered returning? There should be a way for your family to accept you again.
After hearing what Ethan said, Rebecca was silent for a while and then said excitedly:
— And then what, living a life, monotonous day after day, watching others talk about me behind my back and secluded every day?
After calming down, he reached out the car window and danced with his fingers, playing with the ethereal wind.
—It doesn't matter. Since I left home, I haven't thought about going back.
—As for the danger you mentioned, why can't I be the dangerous person? —Rebecca turned her head and said firmly — I will make him pay a hundred times what he did to me. - I exclaim remembering the slap that Alex gave me.
Rebecca's character is like that, and sooner or later she will embark on the path of self-destruction, no one who lived in that kind of world managed to survive, the big dog ate the little one, but what many ignore is that there is always a dog bigger.
Ethan sighed helplessly.
—Don't tempt luck Rebecca. I won't always be there to get you out of trouble.
Rebecca nodded decisively.
—Now I have a problem and you can help me.
—¿Ah to?
—They locked me up one night and slapped me. Now I'm really pissed off and I need to let off steam —Rebecca reached out, kept rubbing it on her crotch and said seriously — Find a place now and stop.
—I'm working — Ethan clenched his teeth.
Rebecca bit his earlobe and whispered:
— Who cares?
Rebecca ignored her response. With a quick movement, he unbuttoned the seat belt and leaned toward him, bringing his body closer to Ethan's. The scent of perfume and adrenaline filled the car, and he couldn't help but feel the heat emanating from it.
Ethan felt his pulse race, the control he was trying to maintain was beginning to crumble. Her jaw tightened as Rebecca slipped her hand under her shirt, stroking her skin with her fingers, feeling her muscles harden under her touch.
—Rebecca, we are in a police car —he murmured, although his voice had lost its firmness before.
Rebecca, with a mischievous smile, began to unbutton her shirt, completely ignoring her warning.
— So what? Are you afraid someone will see us? —he said, with a spark of provocation in his eyes.
Ethan clenched his teeth, but something about him finally gave way. With a quick movement, he turned the wheel, diverting the car to an isolated area next to the road. He stopped the vehicle and turned off the engine, letting the silence reign in the air for a brief moment.
—If we are going to do this —Ethan said, turning to her, his gaze burning with desire and determination — will be my way.
Rebecca didn't have time to respond before Ethan took her around the waist, luring her to him in a deep, hungry kiss. Both hands moved quickly, ripping off their clothes urgently, as the warmth and passion they had contained for so long exploded between them.
The reduced space of the car did not prevent their bodies from intertwining in need. The movements were fast, almost desperate, as if every second counted. The leather on the seat creaked under them as Rebecca straddled Ethan, her lips were not parting for a moment.
The glass of the car began to fog up with the heat of his broken breaths. Ethan held her tightly, setting the pace with her hips as Rebecca's hands clung to her shoulders, her nails digging into her skin with every movement. They both knew what they were doing was reckless, but at the time it didn't matter. Necessity, desire, dominated everything.
Rebecca's gasps echoed in the small space of the patrol car as their bodies moved in unison. The control Ethan was trying to exercise over himself quickly crumbled as they both let themselves be carried away by the intensity of the moment. The connection between them went beyond the physical; there was an emotional tension that made every touch and kiss deeper.
Finally, with one last sigh drowned, they both climaxed, their bodies trembling with pleasure. The silence that followed was loaded with the same intensity as the moment they had just shared.
Rebecca, breathing still agitated, dropped onto Ethan's chest, her hair tangled and wet with sweat. Ethan put an arm around her, closing his eyes and allowing himself to enjoy the warmth of his body against his.
—I guess I can cross it off my list, do it on a patrol — murmured Rebecca with a satisfied smile, while slightly raising her head to look him in the eye.
Ethan laughed a little and shook his head as he stroked his back gently.
—You can bet it.
Both remained silent for a few more minutes, enjoying the stillness of the moment. Outside, the world kept spinning, but in that little corner of the road, inside that police car, nothing else mattered.
Later when they arrived at Proctor's villa, Proctor and Burton were waiting for them in front of the door as they had called him in advance. After Rebecca put her clothes in order, before the car stopped, she quickly opened the door, ran to Proctor, and hugged him. Proctor patted her on the back, released Rebecca, and walked to the police car.
— Where's Sheriff Hood? —Proctor asked.
Ethan went down the window and said:
—You still have some things to do, so it won't come.
—Anyway, thank you. Do you want to come in and have a coffee?
—No, I still have to work. The boss asked me to tell you that there were no longer any debts between us that have been paid. —Ethan drummed his fingers on the wheel.
Proctor nodded.
—Of course, please also help me convey my gratitude.
—That's not a problem —Ethan replied.
At first she tried to persuade Proctor to keep Rebecca away from her illicit businesses, but in the end they were family and you couldn't interfere too much with it, since she had already made her decision, where I will take her totally depended on her, but Ethan I knew it beforehand, she would follow in Proctor's footsteps, so her ending would be the same. 
Ethan took a last look at Rebecca who was entering her uncle's house, sighed and walked away.