Toxic Rage Page #4

JOEY:

(Hearing footsteps, whispering urgently)

Someone's coming!

A SECURITY GUARD appears in the doorway. Before he can speak, Joey lunges at him, knocking him out with a single punch. Joey quickly ties the guard up using zip ties and duct-tapes his mouth shut.

JASON:

(Resuming his hacking, now frantic)

Sh*t, we don't have much time.

Jason finally breaks through the firewall, grinning triumphantly. He quickly transfers files to a flash drive.

JASON:

(Ejecting the flash drive and handing it to Joey)

Got it.

JOEY:

Let's get out of here.

CUT TO:

EXT. REGALCORP BUILDING - NIGHT

Joey and Jason exit the building, visibly relieved but aware that their mission is far from over. They hear sirens in the distance, getting closer.

JOEY:

We've got what we need. But the battle is just starting.

JASON:

We did good today. But you're right; it's only the beginning.

They part ways, disappearing into the night.

CUT TO:

INT. JOEY'S APARTMENT - DAY LATER

Joey sits at his computer, reading headlines that expose Senator Grayson and RegalCorp's corruption. Greg is beside him, both sharing a moment of quiet triumph.

GREG:

We're making waves, Joey. We're starting to change things.

JOEY:

(Grim, looking at Greg)

But we've also made powerful enemies. The fight's far from over.

CUT TO:

INT. MYSTERIOUS OFFICE - DAY

A shadowy figure sits behind a desk, reading the headlines that Joey was just looking at. The figure slams a fist onto the desk.

SHADOWY FIGURE:

This isn't over. Not by a long shot.

FADE OUT:

As the screen fades to black, the weight of their actions and the journey ahead looms large. Joey is now more than just a man; he's become the spark for a revolution. And in that flickering darkness, a new hope for justice is born.

INT. GREG'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The room is swathed in dim light, illuminating Greg's intense expression as he digs into a plethora of financial data on his computer. Papers and takeaway coffee cups are scattered haphazardly across the table. Joey sits nearby, alert and focused.

GREG:

(Muttering, eyes locked on the screen)

I've struck gold.

JOEY:

(Leaning in, voice tinged with anticipation and desperation)

Tell me you've found something concrete.

GREG:

(Pauses, eyes narrowed, visibly angered)

RegalCorp isn't innocent. They own multiple vacant properties in the disaster zone. They're exploiting the tragedy to seize land.

JOEY:

(Pounding his fist softly on the table, voice firm and intense)

That's a start, but we need irrefutable proof. Something that can withstand scrutiny.

CUT TO:

INT. JOEY'S CAR - NIGHT

Joey is driving, focused. Jason sits beside him. The atmosphere is tense, almost electric, as the vehicle speeds through the desolate streets.

JOEY:

(Turning to Jason)

Are you absolutely sure about this? Breaking into RegalCorp's mainframe isn't a game.

JASON:

(Nods, determined)

You saved my life in prison, Joey. I owe you this. Besides, it's about time someone took these crooks down.

CUT TO:

EXT. REGALCORP BUILDING - NIGHT

Joey and Jason, dressed in dark clothing, survey the towering building from a distance. The chilling night air adds an element of danger to the atmosphere. They slip on black gloves.

JOEY:

(Whispering)

Ready?

JASON:

(Takes a deep breath)

Ready as I'll ever be.

CUT TO:

INT. REGALCORP BUILDING, HALLWAY - NIGHT

The two men swiftly unlock the front door and move through the dim corridor. The emergency exit signs cast an eerie glow. Both are visibly on edge.

JASON:

(Producing a small electronic device)

I'll take care of the cameras.

Jason deactivates the security cameras, and they continue walking until they arrive at a door marked 'Server Room.'

JOEY:

This is it.

CUT TO:

INT. REGALCORP BUILDING, SERVER ROOM - NIGHT

Jason swiftly picks the lock and the door creaks open. They enter a room filled with humming servers. Jason sets up his laptop on a desk, starting to hack into the system.

JOEY:

(Suddenly alert, senses heightened)

Someone's coming. Guard your six!

A SECURITY GUARD suddenly enters. Joey spins and lands a powerful punch, knocking the guard unconscious. He quickly secures the guard using zip ties and duct tape.

JASON:

(His fingers flying over the keys)

Hurry, time's slipping away.

Jason's screen blinks with confirmation. He triumphantly inserts a flash drive, transferring crucial data.

JASON:

Got it.

JOEY:

(Grabbing the flash drive)

Good, now let's get out of here.

CUT TO:

EXT. REGALCORP BUILDING - NIGHT

Direction:
Joey and Jason emerge, the night air thick with tension and exhilaration. Sirens wail in the distance.

JOEY:

We got what we came for, but remember, this is far from over.

JASON:

(Nods, resolute)

We're in this till the end, no matter what it takes.

CUT TO:

INT. JOEY'S APARTMENT - (WEEKS LATER)

Direction:
Joey and Greg are reading news headlines that expose RegalCorp's corrupt practices. Their faces show a mix of triumph and determination.

GREG:

We're starting to change things, Joey.

JOEY:

But we've also made powerful enemies. This is just the beginning.

CUT TO:

INT. MYSTERIOUS OFFICE - DAY

A shadowy figure sits at a desk, clenched fists and an angry expression. He's reading the same news articles on his computer.

SHADOWY FIGURE:

(Slams fist on the desk)

This isn't over. They have no idea who they're messing with.

FADE OUT:

The screen fades to black, but the weight of the actions of Joey, Greg, and Jason looms large. The scent of revolution hangs in the air, intoxicating yet treacherous. A promise of liberation mingles with the threat of ruin. Their war for justice is far from over.

INT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

(A room filled with LOCAL CITIZENS, REPORTERS, and CAMERAS. SENATOR GRAYSON stands at the podium. JOEY and GREG enter quietly, standing at the back.)

SENATOR GRAYSON:

(smiling, voice smooth)

In the face of adversity, our town has shown remarkable resilience.

(JOEY clenches his fists, visibly angered. GREG senses JOEY's tension and shares a skeptical glance with him.)

JOEY:

(whispering to Greg)

Resilience? Is he for real?

GREG:

(quietly)

Seems like we're being sold a bill of goods here.

EXT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

(JOEY and GREG exit the building. The sound of APPLAUSE fades as the door closes behind them.)

GREG:

We need to find a whistleblower—someone inside the Department of Urban Development who can confirm our suspicions.

JOEY:

Agreed. This ends now.

INT. DIMLY LIT BAR - NIGHT

(JOEY and GREG sit in a booth. A MIDDLE-AGED MAN with tired eyes joins them.)

MIDDLE-AGED MAN

(whispering)

If you expose this, you're putting yourselves in danger.

JOEY:

We're already in danger. What have you got?

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