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.
He looked down at the drop, then back at the door bursting open. 6.7 / 10 ActionThri...
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. The "Action" had started three blocks back when