"6.7, huh?" Elias muttered, bracing himself for the jump toward the neighboring ledge. "Let’s see if I can't punch that up to a 7."
"Give it up, Elias," a voice called out. Smooth, professional, bored. "The reviews are in. You’re a side character. You don't make it to the sequel." 6.7 / 10 ActionThri...
The rating flickered on the cracked screen of the kiosk: . Below it, the genre was cut off: ActionThri... "The reviews are in
Elias looked at the briefcase. He didn't know what was inside, but he knew the rules of the genre. If he stayed put, he was a tragedy. If he moved, he was a protagonist. Below it, the genre was cut off: ActionThri
He looked down at the drop, then back at the door bursting open.
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.
To the critics, The Courier’s Debt was "serviceable." To Elias, it was the script of his life—and he was currently failing the audition.