Now, Lina ran for a different reason.
Lina knew every crack in the Brick Mansions concrete. Every loose pipe, every ledge that could hold a man's weight for half a second, every ventilation shaft that exhaled stale air onto the forbidden zone's only playground: the rooftops. mshahdt fylm Brick Mansions 2014 mtrjm - may syma 1
Lina looked at the transmitter. Fifteen feet away. A rusted ladder, then a short climb. Now, Lina ran for a different reason
No one had tried it in seven years. The last man who did fell twelve stories. They still called the crater "Marco's Grave." Lina looked at the transmitter
She ran.
"You know what my father taught me?" she called up. "Gravity is a suggestion."
She didn't climb the ladder. She ran up a collapsed pipe, grabbed a dangling cable, and swung—full arc—into the side of the transmitter tower. Her fingers found the rungs. She pulled herself up, one-handed, as bullets chipped the concrete behind her.