Writing Prompt #39--Uploads

You duck behind a dumpster in a darkened, rainy alleyway. There’s a bullet in your vest and none left in your Glock. It’s likely that you’re gonna die tonight, courtesy of the small army of trained mercs on your ass. You’re on to them and have to die. The feds won’t believe you because you’re a bodyguard with assault convictions in your file. By now, they might even be framing you a murder you tried to stop. Your client and friend (Inkspot) was an up-and-coming rapper with a flair for hacking. His hobby got him killed. As he lay dying in your arms, Inkspot mumbled something about “proof” that all of this year’s platinum artists have a virus in their uploads. Anyone who watches their videos on YouTube or uploads them will get the virus. His last words were that “it’ll get us all killed.” His last act was to slip a fat thumb drive into your hands.
What happens next?

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