(More of a techno-thriller or a psychological horror?)
Elias looked at the schematics. Highlighted in neon blue was a thermal vent leading to the server room. Beneath the blueprints was a list of names—politicians, CEOs, activists. It wasn't a heist. It was a hit list, and he had just been handed the gun.
He clicked play. A voice, synthesized and cold, filled his headphones: "You have 146 minutes to delete your digital footprint. At the end of that time, the contents of this file will be broadcast from your IP address to every major intelligence agency on the planet. Unless, of course, you complete the task."
