/ 10 Actiondram... - 6.9

He smirked. A 6.9. Not quite a classic, but just good enough to keep you in your seat. Much like his own life.

"Too late for that. Just take... take the drive inside. It’s got the codes."

He slipped into the shadows of the lower docks, navigating the cold water until he reached a safe house miles away. Shivering and exhausted, he looked at his reflection in a cracked mirror. The fixer was gone. 6.9 / 10 ActionDram...

Elias looked at the briefcase and then at her. He realized that his life had been a series of mid-level risks because he had always avoided the personal cost of the higher stakes. Choosing to complete the job meant losing the only person who understood the gray zone as well as he did.

Before Elias could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed against the metal containers. He pulled the man behind the cover of a rusted crate just as a flurry of activity erupted at the end of the pier. Shadowy figures moved through the mist, closing in on their position. He smirked

"The situation has changed, Elias," she said, her voice cutting through the sound of the waves. "The drive isn't leaving this port."

"You Elias?" the man wheezed, his shirt blooming with a dark, wet crimson. "I’m the guy who gets you out," Elias said, kneeling. Much like his own life

He left his phone on the table, walked out of the door, and headed toward the train station. The credits were finally rolling on that version of his life, leaving room for a story that didn't need a rating at all.