Rooftop Chase Escape

EXT. RAIN-SOAKED CITY ROOFTOP — NIGHT
Heavy rain pounds the city. Neon lights bleed across wet concrete thirty stories below. Thunder cracks.
MARCUS (35, black tactical jacket, bleeding from his left arm) sprints across the rooftop — each footstep splashing puddles.
MARCUS
(into earpiece, breathless)
I've got the drive. But they cut off the south exit.
VOICE (V.O.)
(through static)
There is no other way out, Marcus. Jump.
Marcus skids to a stop at the rooftop edge. He looks down. A long drop. An adjacent building — fifteen feet away.
Behind him — THREE ARMED MEN burst through the rooftop door. Red laser sights sweep through the rain.
AGENT VOSS
(cold, stepping forward)
Hand over the drive, Marcus.
There's nowhere left to go.
A long beat. Marcus doesn't turn around. He looks at the gap. Then down. Then closes his eyes.
MARCUS
(quietly, to himself)
You should've killed me when you had the chance.
He RUNS.
Gunshots CRACK. Sparks fly off the roof ledge.
Marcus LAUNCHES off the edge — body stretched — suspended in the rain for one breathless second —
— He CRASHES onto the adjacent rooftop. Rolls. Slams into an HVAC unit. Groans.
He looks at his hand. The drive — still there.
Behind him, across the gap, Voss watches in silence. Then slowly raises his radio.
VOSS
(into radio)
He's heading east. Lock down the district.
And call the helicopter.
Marcus pulls himself up. Limping. Bleeding. But moving.
He looks at the horizon — a sea of city lights and rain.
MARCUS
(whispering)
Not tonight.
He disappears into the darkness.
CUT TO BLACK.