Reincarnated in Banshee Town

In the morning, Ethan stopped the car in front of the Banshee police station and turned off the engine. He got out of the vehicle and, as he closed the door, the cold morning air enveloped him with a light breeze that carried with it the aroma of pine and wet earth. 
The atmosphere was particularly refreshing, with a touch of autumnal freshness that made his jacket fit a little more. Ethan took a deep breath, enjoying the moment, and began to walk to Miles's restaurant, whose sign swayed gently in the wind. 
Opening the glass door, the clink of a small bell rang in the air. Immediately, the hustle and bustle of diners filled the atmosphere. The restaurant was surprisingly lively to be so early in the morning, with tables occupied by people enjoying breakfast, conversations intersecting with laughter, and clinking of cutlery on plates.
Ethan found a free place near the window, dropped into the chair, and, without much haste, pulled out his cell phone. As the warmth of the place enveloped him, he began to slide through the news of the day, leaving the murmur in the background.
—Good morning Ethan What do you want? —asked him for a voice as he placed a cup in front of it filled with black coffee to the top.
—I want a couple of eggs with bacon and toast, thanks —Ethan replied without looking up.
I keep his phone and when he looked up he was stunned.
— Carrie?
The woman in front of him was Carrie Hoppwell, Hood's ex, but now she was wearing a waitress uniform and stood in front of Ethan with a tired expression.
Carrie shrugged.
—How long without seeing us.
—A long time has passed. When did you start working here?
It was the first time Ethan saw Carrie since he went to jail.
—This is my first day —Carrie replied, playing a small notebook with a pen — Do you need anything else?
—Just that, thanks.
Seeing her notice the turn, Ethan pursed his lips and picked up the phone again. I didn't know he had taken her to work here, but she must have her own reasons, so I don't bother her with the subject anymore.
After breakfast, he returned to the police station.
It hadn't been there in a few days and everything was the same. There were no changes at the small town police station. On the other hand, Brock stared at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and marveled. Since Ethan arrived at the Banshee Town police station, he had never seen him so exhausted.
Ethan showed him the middle finger as usual and then put on the sunglasses that he had taken from Job.
Upon arrival at the Sheriff's Office, Ethan closed the door and put a small box on Hood's desk.
—Job asked me to bring you this. He said it would be safer if I brought him in personally.
—Thank God, he's finally here —Hood left his coffee and quickly opened the box.
Ethan looked curiously. Job had told him that he would not open it, that he did not know what was inside.
Inside the box, there were four pieces the size of the palm of the hand that looked like gray modeling clay. Hood took one of the pieces with a smile, weighed it on his hand, and threw it at Ethan.
He took it and squeezed it. It looked almost modeling clay.
— What is this?
Hood looked out and replied casually:
—C4.
Ethan's hand holding the modeling clay froze and his neck rose rigidly.
— Are we talking about that C4?
—That's right.
— Damn!
Ethan's palm trembled, the piece of modeling clay almost fell off, but he caught it quickly.
—That bastard Job sent me hundreds of miles with a damn box of explosives without saying anything to me, I'll kick his ass the next time I see his bald head. — Ethan blew.
Hood laughed for a moment denying his head.
—Relax, C4 is harmless in this state.
— Yes, of course! —grumbled Ethan —
Smiling Hood grabbed the C4 from his hand and threw it back into the box. 
—The C4 in this way is useless if it is not connected to a detonator. Even then throw it into the fire and nothing will happen. —Hood explained —
Watching Hood close the box and put it in his desk drawer.
— Why did Job bring you these explosives? What do you plan to do with them?
— Things have already cooled down in town, so it's time for Proctor to start paying for his crimes. —Hood replied with a smile —
Ethan scratched his head.
— Will you blow up Proctor's lab at the brick factory?
—That's right —Hood replied, crossing his legs — Sugar and I have been closely monitoring his operations, and we have his pattern of his shipments. In two days, we will blow your lab up.
—Okay, keep me posted. I'm going out on patrol or brock won't stop fucking with me all day.
In the afternoon, while driving, the radio rang.
— Can anyone help me? I'm in the Havershaw area —was Brock's angry voice, accompanied by the sound of police lights.
The Havershaw area was outside the suburbs of the city, where there are mainly farms and rural roads. Proctor's lair was also there.
Ethan was close. He turned the wheel and the car roared forward.
—I'm on my way, what's the problem Brock?
—A yellow off-road motorcycle —Brock replied, clearly irritated — The driver is wearing a motorcycle suit and helmet. Its characteristics are not seen. You are driving dangerously.
Ethan drove quickly down the country road, scanning the area with his eyes.
— Yellow SUV motorcycle? —Emmett's voice also rang on the radio — Is that bastard teasing you?
— Have you seen it? —Brock replied.
—I saw it two days ago. I'm going there.
— What did he do?
Ethan grabbed the radio. Few things could anger Emmett, the honest man on the team.
—You'll find out soon —Brock replied, with a smile on his voice.
—Understood I'm going there.
Ethan's eyes sharpened as he noticed the yellow SUV coming from the opposite lane. The motorcyclist waved his helmet provocatively. Ethan radioed his location, activated the siren and lights, and the chase began.
Skillfully, the Crown Victoria turned and launched behind the motorcycle.
After a few minutes of chase, the motorcyclist slowed down and stopped at a fork in the road.
—We have it —Ethan said, picking up the radio while parking behind the motorcycle. He pulled out his Glock and opened the door —. Sir, please turn off the engine and ...
Before finishing, the motorcyclist accelerated again and turned to a side road, leaving a trail of smoke.
— Damn!
Ethan finally understood why Emmett was so upset. He leaned back in the car, clenched his teeth, and sped up.
Some enjoy making fun of law enforcement officers, and now Ethan, like Brock and Emmett, was their new target.
— How did it go? —Brock asked mockingly.
— He's a damn bastard! —Ethan replied, and on the radio he heard a laugh.
Even Siobhan joined.
—Guys, do you need my help?
—No, I know what to do —Ethan replied, getting closer and closer to the motorcyclist.
— Damn! —grumbled Ethan, wishing he could hit him in the face.
But ramming a motorcycle during a chase was strictly prohibited, so I could only follow it closely, waiting for the right moment. At the end of the fork in the road, the flashing lights of the police sirens shone in the distance. It was unclear if it was Emmett or Brock.
—When I catch that bastard, I'm going to teach him a couple of lessons he won't forget —Ethan thought, determined, as his lips outlined a slight smile in advance
Unexpectedly, the driver turned around and showed him the middle finger. Then he turned the handlebar and headed for the side of the road.
In the following moment, the off-road motorcycle took off into the air.
— Shit!
Ethan cursed quietly and quickly stepped on the brake. The tires brushed against the ground, leaving a mark more than ten meters long.
The off-road motorcycle easily crossed a one-meter-wide ditch on the side of the road and rushed to the nearby farm, raising smoke and dust as it fled at high speed.
Ethan, instinctively following the motorcycle, was almost taken to the ditch. He stopped the car just a while in front of her.
The police car on the opposite side also stopped. Brock saw Ethan almost fall into the ditch and smiling wildly:
—Hey, do you think you're one of the Hazzard Duke? Do you need me to lend you a hand? —exclaimed mockingly, referring to the reckless maneuvers of the famous television brothers.
— Shit! You have to flank the damn. — Ethan growled, now that it had become a personal dispute. He hit the wheel hard.
He and Brock crossed paths and followed the agricultural path to flank the motorcyclist.
The Crown Victoria roared and the wind whistled inside the car. Ethan put on his sunglasses and looked at the yellow flash through the farm. The motorcyclist seemed to feel that driving on the farm was not fun enough, because he quickly turned the handlebar and headed for the road on the other side.
Ethan diverted a vehicle in front, turned the wheel, and the police car turned quickly.
After a while, the yellow motorcycle reappeared from the opposite lane, and the bastard greeted Ethan.
When the police car and motorcycle crossed, Ethan could see the sarcastic eyes and pranksters under the motorcyclist's helmet.
He quickly turned the car around to catch up, just like before.
The motorcyclist was confident that the police car would not dare ram it. After walking away from Ethan for a few minutes, he repeated his old trick, slowly stopping in front of a fork in the road.
Waiting for that moment, Ethan quickly opened the car door, went out and pulled the Glock out at lightning speed.
When the motorcyclist saw the car door open, he stepped on the gas, causing smoke to come out of the exhaust pipe.
— Pop!
Before the vehicle could accelerate, the motorcycle's rear tire exploded with a single shot.
The driver quickly released the accelerator.
— Pop!
The front tire also exploded and the body trembled.
The driver panicked and braked, stopping the motorcycle.
—Bang, Bang!
There were two more shots, and the motorcycle's rearview mirrors blew up.
— What too much for you? —Ethan murmured with a smile. This fight will surely seem more exciting to the pilot.
Only then did Ethan close the car door, with a muffled sound that made the motorcyclist tremble.
—Turn off the motorcycle and throw the keys away. -I order Ethan quickly.- Now raise your hands and get out of the vehicle —I exclaim as he walked forward with his boots ringing.
The motorcyclist, knowing that he had no exit, quickly raised his hands without daring to make strange movements. Under Ethan's orders, the driver obediently fell out of the vehicle and lay down on the ground.
Ethan pulled out the handcuffs, knelt on one knee, and pressed firmly on the driver's back.
— Ah!
Ignoring the screams of pain coming out of his helmet, Ethan twisted his arms and handcuffed them tightly, causing another moan of pain.
He hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the motorcyclist was making no further movement, he ended up handcuffing him.
By the time Emmett arrived on the scene, the motorcyclist who had mocked them was already sitting obediently in the back of the police car, without the arrogance of before.
Two days later, at the Davis Bar.
The bar was closed at the time, but a Dodge Challenger arrived and slowly parked in the barn next door. The car lights went out, and Ethan got out of the car, walking straight to the back door of the bar.
He knocked on the door, and after a while, Sugar opened it. In the back storage room, both Hood and Job were sitting in a couple of folding chairs.
Ethan went in and closed the doors behind him.
At Job's feet was a travel bag.
Sugar scratched his gray hair being the first to break the silence:
—Hood, are you sure you want to do this?
Hood threw the butt out of his cigarette, a steady look in his eyes.
—I want to do something for Kate. I cannot allow that he is dead by Proctor's selfishness, his death will not go unpunished.
—Since you are so determined then ... —Sugar nervously rubbed his hands — let's make some noise.
Just as he was leaving work, Ethan received a notification from Job: They had decided to attack Proctor's laboratory that night. He drove to the Davis Bar in the middle of the night for the meeting.
Job squeezed the cigarette to his lips and opened the travel bag, pulling out four soft bulletproof vests, distributing them to each one.
—We don't know how many men Proctor has in that place. So we must take some extra precautions. —Job explained.
Ethan quickly put on the vest, inserting the bulletproof plates in the front and back, then put on a thick black jacket.
After putting on their vests, they went out the back door, switched to a four-door black corroll, and headed toward the brick factory, outside Banshee.
Hood assigned tasks while driving:
—In half an hour, the transport truck will leave the factory. Most of the staff will leave the place on a nearby rural road. We take the truck, then we run and blow up Proctor's lair.
—Simple and direct, we grab them without defense.
Does anyone have doubts? —Hood asked looking in the rearview mirror.
No one said anything, everyone nodded silently. Cantang didn't expect to be fighting at his age either, but he hoped it was worth it. He and Proctor already had unfinished business.
The car soon arrived at the chosen place, and they all changed.
After a while, a group of men dressed in black emerged from the forest, carrying long, short weapons.
Ethan put on his hood and looked forward. The factory lights shone in the distance. He turned around and followed the others.
They parked the car near the factory so they could escape later.
They were kept away to avoid being detected by possible movements within the factory.
A few minutes later, Hood raised his arms and everyone stopped.
—Ethan, you and Job wait here, you guys control the two of you to control the people in the truck. Sugar and I will go to the front to stop the escort vehicle, Carrie is watching the place right now, she will help us drive the truck ..
—Understood —Ethan agreed.
He and Job stayed in their place, while Hood and Sugar disappeared into the trees. Ethan illuminated the area with the weak light from his cell phone, finding a log to sit on.
He put the AR15 on his lap and commented:
— Why don't we wear the soft mask from before? This thing is stifling.
Job, sitting next to him, replied through the hood:
—Don't complain, it's better to have something to cover the face of mosquitoes for a change.
Ethan waved his hand to drive away the mosquitoes and soon the place was silent.
Ten minutes later, two rays of light appeared in the night sky in the distance.
After finally waiting for the escort car to pass in front of them, Ethan got up and loaded the AR15 behind his back and pulled the Glock 17 out of the holster on his thigh. He took a silencer out of his pocket and placed it in the Glock's mouth.
The transport truck soon approached.
The driver yawned and held the wheel as his thoughts ran.
—After finishing this order tonight, you will be free all week. I earn money faster doing this than with a normal job —said to himself.
He remembered the stripper that afternoon and a spark of energy ran through his body.
—It was so tight —murmured —. Next time, I will have to take sildenafil in advance.
As he turned in a corner, the driver felt a cold sweat running down his back and stepped on the truck brake hard. The tires cooled, filling the air with the pungent smell of burned tire. Right in the middle of the road, two men dressed in black were waiting for him, their dark pistols pointing directly at him, like threatening shadows.
Ethan and Job squatted on the side of the road when they saw the truck stop. They quickly got up and ran to the vehicle, flanking it on both sides.
The passenger door opened, and a man in a denim jacket jumped out of the car with a gun in his hand.
—sup! —the sound of the shot was drowned. Ethan raised his arm and pulled the trigger. A mist of blood exploded in the man's head before his feet touched the ground. He fell down.
Ethan shot the cowboy jacket man twice more before kicking the gun aside. The driver came out at the same time, but they were rammed by Job, who quickly shot him down with the butt of his rifle.
— How many people are in the warehouse? —Job asked, pressing his AR15 against the driver's head.
—I don't know, I'm just the driver. They don't tell me anything. — replied the driver, panicked —. Do you know whose things you are stealing? I advise you to stop.
— Who said we are stealing? —Hood stepped in, pulling out a girlfriend to tie up the driver.
Ethan came up and yelled,
— Job, step aside!
Job took two steps back. Without hesitation, Ethan pulled the trigger.
—Sup!
Blood quickly spread across the pavement.
Carrie, who had been watching the scene, blinked a few times. She was coming after Hood.
— What, did you want to keep him alive? —Ethan removed the silencer and put the gun in its holster —. We don't need survivors, I don't want to take risks.
Hood moving awkwardly, keeping the brigas in his pocket.
Carrie found the keys in the driver's body and opened the back of the truck. Inside, there were a dozen cardboard boxes stacked.
With great difficulty, they moved the bodies and threw them into the car. Then Job got into the truck, pulled out a sharp dagger, and started cutting one of the cardboard boxes. Ethan, Hood, and Carrie approached to inspect the contents.
—They are stuffed animals —Ethan said, pulling out a Bugs Bunny and throwing it aside. At the moment, he picked it up again —. Why does it weigh so much?
He signaled to Job. —Give me the knife.
Ethan cut the belly off the stuffed toy. Dozens of small red pills fell to the ground.
—Ethan, look at this —Hood said, throwing a teddy bear at him.
Ethan caught him easily, ripped his belly, and took out more pills.
— Bingo! — Ethan said, throwing the pills on the ground like trash.
Hood looked at Carrie.
— Are you sure you can drive such a large truck?
—Of course —Carrie replied with pride —. At the time, I drove a truck across the country.
Job put the dagger back in its sheath.
After closing the back door, the five of them went up to the cabin.
The truck was spacious, with enough room for all four of them. Carrie sat in the driver's seat, muttering as she prepared the truck.
Two or three minutes later, Job was about to complain when Carrie finally started the truck. After a loud snap, the vehicle moved slowly.
— Are you sure they haven't drunk? —asked Job, incredulous.
—I'm driving, don't provoke me or I crash that bald head against the windshield. —Carrie replied calmly, stepping on the brake abruptly.
— Fuck you! —Job shouted, thrown into the front seat.
Carrie laughed and hit the gas again.
Hood, seeking to stop the fight, asked Job:
— Did you take care of the internal monitoring system?
Job looked at his watch and replied confidently:
—Don't worry, the entire monitoring team is disabled.
In the distance, the lights of the red brick factory became visible. Carrie stepped on the gas enthusiastically, and the truck advanced like a runaway beast.
As he approached the factory mesh door, Carrie yelled:
— Hold on!
The truck hit the door hard.
— Pop!
The mesh doors flew like toy. Without resistance, the truck shook slightly and rushed into the factory.