6.7 / 10 Actionthri... Online

Elias leaned against the damp brick of the alley, clutching a silver briefcase that felt heavier than its ten pounds. He wasn't a hero. He was a "Logistic Specialist" for people who didn't use banks. But tonight, the logistics had gone sideways.

He gripped the handle, kicked a stack of wooden pallets toward the pursuer, and bolted for the fire escape. Bullets sparked against the iron railings—classic mid-budget pyrotechnics. He climbed, lungs burning, until he reached the rooftop. The city stretched out before him, a neon-soaked stage. 6.7 / 10 ActionThri...

The "Action" had started three blocks back when a black sedan tried to turn him into a hood ornament. The "Thri..."—well, that was the adrenaline currently making his teeth chatter as boots crunched on gravel at the alley’s entrance. Elias leaned against the damp brick of the