"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."
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. 6.7 / 10 ActionThri...
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. He gripped the handle, kicked a stack of
The rating flickered on the cracked screen of the kiosk: . Below it, the genre was cut off: ActionThri... The city stretched out before him, a neon-soaked stage
