Per 
"And if you need anything, that bright red phone there? It can connect to anything line in the facility. Connect to the confidential one and I'll walk you through whatever. Congrats, sir" The short, wide man said, walking out of the door.
Darwin Edmond Mawer sat in his nice, new leather chair. He looked at his equally nice oak desk, amazing computer, and perfectly done coffee. This was what he had worked for. Every bit of slaving and toiling, being the Councils coffee boy, it had all lead to this. Upon the man leaving, Darwin sipped his coffee. He was overjoyed, ecstatic! But on the outside, it looked like he had just woke up. He set the SCP:F mug down on the equally branded SCP:F coaster. He opened the Foundation database on his computer, going to the far reaches, and typing in the magic words:
O5-
He saw it immediately and impulsively clicked. He was exposed before he could reach the warning. He stared blankly at the computer, with odd forms switching and flashing on the screen. He essentially heard the line.
BARRYMAN-LANGFORD MEMETIC KILL AGENT ACTIVATED
He could feel the pressure in his veins rise, the death spiral up from his feet. It reached his chest. All this, all this work, to be killed by impatience? No…No…Darwin felt the pressure reach up into his neck. Here it comes. I wonder how they'll find me. Should I pose? No..of course not. I bet this was why I got this in the first place he thought to himself. The feeling pried at his lips and…
He burped, staring at the screen. There he was, thinking death was upon him, but no. He sighed, both in relief and disappointment. That had been a lot of stress for nothing, after all. Darwin was inoculated before he got this job, hell, he was inoculated as a coffee boy. The agent wouldn't kill him. He scrolled past.
