The play of Rebecca.

Eyes fixed on the haunting shadows and flickering lights under the door, Ethan tightened his muscles and held the M1911 tightly in his hand, feeling the cold metal. Every fiber in his body was ready, waiting.

The door handle creaked, spinning slowly, the door gave way and began to open slowly, and an imposing man filled the door frame. Dressed in a black robe like the other Rabbit soldiers he had previously murdered, so it seems that these damned did not know of any other disguise.

Ethan did not hesitate, the barrel of his pistol was aligned with deadly precision just above the deadlock of the door, the subject felt a chill run through his body, turned his head with a fierce expression, which fell apart when he saw the dark mouth of the gun pointed at his face.

Three shots broke the silence with a drowned roar. The bullet, fast and accurate, pierced the man's eyeball before it could even blink.

—Puff, puff, puff. — Three clouds of blood mist exploded from his head before he fell to the ground.

A second waste, his cayó cuerpo cayó heavily, shaken after yes a deaf echus and a puddle that began to extend over him.

—Let's go, we must get out of here fast. We don't know how many of these guys are still around here. — Ethan ordered as he removed the medical equipment from Job and helped him out the door.

Just as they were near the exit, steps rang out again.

—Shit —Job muttered, stopping. Ethan raised his gun and pointed at the door.

The steps stopped, and a low voice was soon heard:

— Are you Ethan?

Recognizing Hood's voice, they both sighed with relief. Job replied quickly:

—It's us, I have Job.

—Job, you look like shit — said Hood, who appeared at the door. Seeing that Job was fine, he smiled and lowered the barrel of his weapon. Job just moved his hand out of his middle finger.

Hood supported Job by taking him under his arm, while Ethan made his way to the front.

—We have to get out of here quickly, they must have called the police by now and in a few minutes this place will be surrounded by officers.

Everyone was walking down a narrow hallway to find the emergency stairs, at the end of the are quickly a front dividing door, figures began to appear through the windows. Ethan, with his keen gaze, quickly noticed other of Rabbit's men dressed as another father and a gun in hand. He immediately aimed his gun and fired, emptying the entire magazine in one second.

The glass in the wooden door burst into pieces, and the bullets fired from the other side caused wood chips to fly everywhere. Instantly, the door accumulated several bullet holes.

— Back, I cover them! — Ethan ordered while throwing the M1911 to the ground. He quickly pulled an Uzi submachine gun out from under his coat and held it with both hands. Hood nodded, helped Job turn, and ran to the other end of the hall.

As he stepped back step by step, Ethan fired into the bullet holes at the dividing door. Shrapnel from bullets kept opponents at bay. The heavy sound of an object falling to the ground indicated that at least one had been killed.

They reached the other end of the hall, but around the corner they found another intense shooting. At that moment, they saw Carrie huddled in a corner, being repressed by three armed men, right next to the nurses station.

The bullets whistled like angry wasps, ripping pieces of cement off the walls and leaving a cloud of dust in the air. Carrie, cornered, could barely cover her head with both hands, motionless, unable to react to the hail of bullets.

Ethan burst in with unrelenting ferocity, moving with precision, raising the Uzi in his hands, and the gun roared when he pulled the trigger.

—Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The echo of the shots filled the hallway, while Hood also moved with his M1911 and began firing as he moved towards Carrie.

The three men surrounding Carrie were petrified by the ambush. The first fell instantly, his body collapsing with an accurate shot from Hood. The other two barely had time to raise their weapons against Ethan, before the rifle pierced them, turning them into an inert jumble.

Behind them, the glass in the room burst into a shower of sharp fragments, reflecting for a moment the flashing lights of destruction. The scene was engulfed in tense silence, broken only by Carrie's gasps and the echo of the last shots.

The nurses station became a battlefield, the bullet holes covered the ground next to Ethan, while the sound of the shots stopped and the last enemies fell backwards. 

In the chaos, the light sound of the police sirens was heard in the distance, a signal that they had to leave that place right now.

Ethan ran to the side and hit the red fire alarm button with the butt of his gun. A piercing alarm echoed throughout the building, creating panic throughout the hospital. Soon people began to vacate the building, and in chaos they took the opportunity to escape before the police found them.

Soon after, the four arrived at the underground parking lot where Hood had left the truck. Without wasting time, they got into the vehicle. Hood took the wheel and, following Job's directions, drove at full speed to the nearest safe house.

In the safe house, Job collapsed on the sofa with Carrie's help, his face tense from pain and exhaustion. Ethan, meanwhile, carefully removed the makeshift bandage that covered the multi-centimeter wound on his head.

In the bathroom, Ethan found a medicine cabinet and set out to clean the wound. The blood-soaked cloth was set aside while inspecting the cut, which was already beginning to show signs of abnormally rapid healing. Aware that this could raise suspicions, he took a clean gauze from the medicine cabinet and secured it with medical adhesive tape, carefully covering the injury. When finished, he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure the bandage hid any indication of his accelerated recovery before leaving the bathroom with a neutral expression.

He walked to a showcase, took out a bottle of Whiskey, unscrewed the lid and drank a long drink, the tension gradually dissipated, and the adrenaline still kept him alert,

Hood looked out the window into the street. After a few moments without noticing suspicious movements, he asked:

—Very well nobody followed us here, now can you tell us what the hell happened to you?

—They set me up —Job answered, touching his head as he tried to clear his thoughts —. Didn't you say Racine is dead? So I went into the FBI to look up the files on the Rabbit case, maybe he had found something that we didn't ..

—Wait, is Racine dead? —Ethan interrupted, looking at Hood.

Hood asintió.

—The day Carrie was released from prison, Racine tried to follow her to locate Rabbit, but an assassin sent by him killed him.

—Shit, poor guy. He owed a favor. —maldijo Ethan in a baja voice.

— What's up? —Job asked curiously. — What did Racine have to do with you?

Ethan took out a pack of cigarettes and, after looking at it for a moment, replied:

—Nothing special, a while ago he helped me out of trouble, and also once he wanted to recruit me for the FBI, but I rejected him.

—With your skills, it is normal that I would like to recruit you. —. Job scratched his head and continued:

—In summary, I found a data in the information collected by Racine, something that even I did not know, even you do not know about it. —

Carly interrupted:

—Just get to the point Job.

—Okay — Job rolled his eyes. — Apparently Agent Racine discovered that Rabbit has an older brother, is a priest in a church in New York, so I went there wanting to find some trace. Unexpectedly, I found Rabbit hiding in the basement of the church.

Meanwhile in Banshee, Rebecca was sitting alone on the front steps of Kai Proctor's house, she had been waiting for her uncle's assistant for a while, just as the lights of a car went through the entrance of the Rebecca house, she got up to receive it. .

Burton stopped the car and carried a heavy bag of black canvas.

Rebecca got up quickly and asked anxiously:

— What did you find out?

Burton adjusted his glasses before answering:

—Alex, he hasn't moved from the casino in the past few days. While I'm in the reserve I won't be able to get close to him.

Rebecca took a deep breath, feeling how anger and helplessness took hold of her, she had to do something to help her uncle.

—Any opportunity you need, I will create for you.

Burton lowered his hand, puzzled. His eyes fixed on Rebecca's firm face, whose countenance radiated determination. After a few moments of charged silence, he nodded slowly.

Ten minutes later, Rebecca went to the Casino Kinaho, to look for Alex, when she arrived she did not get out of the car, but instead made a signal to the security personnel who were stationed at the entrance, after a short talk, the guards withdrew .

Soon after, Alex left the casino with a satisfied smile, escorted by several bodyguards.

Alex's breathing grew heavier when he noticed Rebecca. She was wearing a white dress that highlighted her pure and charming appearance. He stopped his bodyguards and walked alone to the passenger side to open the car door and enter it.

—I knew that what I have to offer you would interest you, Alex —Rebecca said to him, outlining an enigmatic smile.

Rebecca straightened her hair with her hands, gave a soft, tender look before sticking it into it, her eyes glowing brightly.

— How do I know if what you told me is true?

Alex arched an eyebrow and replied:

— What do you mean?

Rebecca tilted her head, evaluating it.

—You told me that if I joined you, I would have access to things that I could never get with my uncle Kai. Is that offer still standing?

—Of course, the offer still stands —Alex replied, with a calm smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond necklace that glowed brightly. —Lately I've been thinking about you, and I think this will look even more beautiful on you.

The moment Rebecca saw the necklace, her eyes lit up.

Alex opened the necklace with satisfaction and said with a smile:

—This is my gift to you, if you don't mind.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment and then pulled her hair away, exposing her neck.

As she looked at her slender neck and white cleavage, Alex resisted the urge and helped her put on the diamond necklace.

Alex's fingers followed the line of his skin and slipped down, feeling the wonderful touch of his soft skin. Rebecca brushed her lips against her forehead and Alex, unable to control himself, tried to pounce on her.

—No, there are people watching us. —Rebecca quickly blocked it and raised her chin out of the car.

Alex looked at the bodyguards around him, coughed, and directly extended an invitation:

— Do you want to go up to my office?

—No, I think we should leave it for another day. —Rebecca played with the necklace and flatly refused.

Alex's face froze for a moment, until Rebecca glared at him.

— Do you want me to be killed?

—I don't understand. —Alex was confused.

Rebecca sighed with some frustration.

—You forget the type of person is my uncle, he is still in prison, but all his men are outside, if they know I was with you in the casino, he will kill me.

Alex thought of Proctor, and a hint of panic crossed his face before he managed to fully repress it.

— Who are you talking about?

—Burton, is it familiar to you? —Rebecca asked with a smile.

Alex's eyes trembled upon hearing that name. How could I forget that man? Every time he negotiated with Proctor, Burton, with his old dog appearance, always looked at him coldly, he was a murderer.

Rebecca smiled with satisfaction, I could see that Alex was hesitating, he was getting what he wanted.

—Let me tell you the truth: Burton has orders to murder you, so we must be careful.

Although Alex expected Proctor to try something, but hearing those words from Rebecca's mouth made him shudder.

— Why are you telling me this?

—I know I attract you, but I also know you're not stupid. —Rebecca reached out and determinedly grabbed him by the thigh — I will hand you over to Burton as a sign of goodwill, and when my uncle is convicted I want 2% of the casino shares.

Alex, who originally just wanted to have fun with Rebecca, found himself seriously reconsidering his proposal. The men who ran casinos understood the language of profit, and this opportunity to remove Proctor's sharper teeth was too good to pass up.

He narrowed his eyes, evaluating her.

— And how do you plan to give me Burton? He is not an easy bone to bite.

—It is very simple. —Rebecca withdrew her hand — Burton hasn't had a chance to find you, so he's a little desperate, so I told him that I would attract you since interested in me and get you out of the reserve so that I have a chance to attack you, he's in me in a cabin waiting for us.

Alex did not expect Rebecca to be so ruthless, betraying her own uncle for profit. He pretended to hesitate for a moment before licking his lips and nodding.

— Two percent?

—That's right.

—Okay, deal done.

The palms of both came together firmly.

Alex's plan, it was quite simple, two of his personal bodyguards hid in the trunk of the car and two others in the back seat. Also, Alex wore a gun around his waist and a bulletproof vest.

Before leaving, he looked at Rebecca with suspicion.

— Can't help but think that you're setting me up?

Rebecca reached out, patting herself on the tight skirt.

—You are sitting next to me. Do you think I would play with my own life?

Alex scoffed, put the gun between his legs, and finally relaxed.

Rebecca started the car, and to anyone looking from the outside, they seemed like a normal couple. The car headed slowly towards an old bridge on the outskirts of the city. Alex looked out the window. The night was dark and windy, ideal for murder.

To think that night he could kill the man who always helped Proctor intimidate him made him sweat his palms. He dropped the gun for a moment and wiped the sweat from his hands on his pants.

Rebecca pointed forward toward a rickety bridge and a house on the other side.

—Burton is waiting in the little cabin on the other side. 

— Can't we just stay in the car and pretend we're having an intimate moment? —suggested Alex, suspicious.

—Okay, you're in charge.

The car was advancing at a constant speed, but before reaching the bridge, something unexpected happened. Several cylindrical objects fell on the hood, causing a metallic roar.

Blinding white lights flashed, accompanied by deafening noises.

—¡Bang, bang, bang!

Alex tried to look ahead, but was disoriented by the sudden explosion of light.

— Shit, damn it! —roared, furious, while searching for his weapon blindly. His fingers found nothing, and panic washed over him.

Suddenly, five figures emerged from behind the trees on the side of the road. They all carried AK-74 rifles, in front of them Burton led the group. Seeing Rebecca jump out of the car, in her white dress now stained with dirt and blood, she raised her gun and shot the vehicle that was still moving forward.

— ¡Rat-a-tat-tat!

The AK flames lit up the night as the shots rang out all over the place. The Mercedes-Benz wobbled, the tires exploded, the glass shattered, and the body was drilled by bullet holes.

The car advanced a few more meters before crashing onto the side of the road and stopping.

Burton, replacing the charger, tightened the bolt and advanced toward the car, holding the AK with one hand.

Rebecca lay on the ground not far away, like a wounded deer, covered in blood and wounded in the hands and legs. She shook her head, stunned. As Burton's footsteps approached, Rebecca finally began to regain consciousness.