INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT  
The dimly lit warehouse is filled with shadows. JOE (30s, rugged and resourceful) ducks behind a stack of crates, breathing heavily. Gunshots echo from outside. 

JOE  
(whispering to himself)  
Come on, Joe. Think!

Suddenly, ALBERT WHITE'S MEN (various tough-looking thugs) storm in, searching for him. They move cautiously, weapons drawn.

THUG 1  
(looking around)  
He cant have gone far. Spread out!

JOE peeks from behind the crates, his eyes focused. He grabs a rusty pipe beside him. 

JOE  
(to himself)  
Just like the training... 

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JOE suddenly emerges, swinging the pipe at THUG 1, knocking him off balance. 

JOE  
(menacingly)  
Not today, boys!

THUG 2 reacts quickly, aiming his gun at JOE. 

THUG 2  
Drop it! Youre surrounded!

JOE smirks, using the moment to vault over a crate, landing behind THUG 2. 

JOE  
(smirking)  
Surrounded? I call that an invitation.

He tackles THUG 2, and they wrestle on the ground. Meanwhile, THUG 3 rushes in. 

THUG 3  
(yelling)  
Get him!

JOE swiftly rolls away from THUG 2 and throws a nearby box at THUG 3, knocking him down. 

JOE  
(grunting)  
This is getting too easy!

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Several SHOTS ring out as more thugs arrive, but JOE has already grabbed a gun from THUG 1's holster. 

JOE  
(panting)  
Time to turn the tables.

As the remaining thugs regroup, JOE leaps up, aiming his gun. 

JOE  
(yelling)  
You picked the wrong guy to mess with!

THUG 4, panicking, shoots towards JOE, narrowly missing. 

THUG 4  
(frantic)  
Fall back! We need backup!

JOE takes a shot, hitting THUG 4 in the leg, who collapses in pain. 

JOE  
(mockingly)  
You wanted backup? Heres your farewell party!

The remaining thugs retreat, fear in their eyes. JOE pursues them, adrenaline pumping. 

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EXT. WAREHOUSE LOADING DOCK - NIGHT   
Outside, the sounds of a car engine revving can be heard. A GETAWAY CAR speeds away. JOE bursts through the door just in time to see it disappear around the corner.

JOE  
(breathless)  
Next time, Albert...

He lowers his weapon, surveying the chaos left in the warehouse. 

JOE  
(to himself, determined)  
Ill make you pay for this.

He walks back into the darkness of the warehouse, ready for whatever comes next.