WHISTLE‑BLOWER (V.O.) The truth always finds a way.
FADE TO BLACK.
NITA (whispers) What the…?
SUDDENLY, RED STROBES flash. GUARDS burst in, night‑vision goggles glowing.
She pauses, wipes the monitor’s lens with her sleeve.
Nita’s hand hovers over the USB. The server rack begins to sputter.
A flickering CCTV MONITOR sits on a dusty console. The timestamp blinks.
She plugs it into a terminal. A video auto‑plays.