You're sitting with your laptop, yellow tinted glasses perched on your nose. It's about midday and you haven't slept for 4 days

Casey walks up to you. You panic and hit shift and control twice, both uploading the virus and deleting it from the hard drive. Your own keycode. Nice work.

"What're you doing?"

He squints suspiciously at you, his hand ready to grab his gun at the first sign of hostility. It's a shock he hasn't already