Kenzee527
SEVEN CHECKPOINTS. ONE WINNER.
$500,000.
DONT ENTER IF YOU'LL NEED TO BE RESCUED.
The invitation spreads through Los Angeles's private thrill-seeking circles like a dare no one can trace.
For a half-million dollars, contestants must survive seven illegal challenges hidden across the city-rooftop crossings, high-speed pursuits, restricted parties, sabotaged machinery, and buildings designed to trap anyone who makes the wrong decision.
I enter because fear has never been a good enough reason for me to stay on the ground.
I've climbed towers, bridges, cranes, and the exposed skeletons of unfinished and forgotten buildings. I know how to reach places nobody thinks to secure, and I'm willing to go farther than most would consider sane.
That makes me exactly what they're looking for.
But the checkpoints aren't deciding who deserves the prize. They're testing us for something else.
Climber.
Driver.
Observer.
Social engineer.
Mechanic.
Saboteur.
Coordinator.
Seven specialties. One carefully assembled crew.
By the time we uncover the truth, we've already surveyed the exits, studied the employees, tested the security systems, and mapped the escape routes of the Aurelia-one of the most exclusive hotels overlooking Downtown LA.
During a private three-night event, its vault will hold millions in stolen artwork, unregistered diamonds, bearer bonds, cash, and secrets belonging to people powerful enough to bury anyone who touches them.
The competition was never the job.
It was the audition.
And refusing now won't save us. Every challenge was recorded. Every piece of evidence has been arranged to make it look as though we planned the heist ourselves.
Someone among the seven of us created the checkpoints.
Someone has been controlling us from inside the competition.
And whoever they are, they didn't choose me because I follow plans. They chose me because when there's no safe way in, I make one.
And everyone here has a quality they needed to peruse what they couldn't do alone.