the mysterious case of space boils

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It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, by any means. Calibri had a reputation that exceeded him within the organization, and the part of that reputation that didn't include liberal uses of extremely unhealthy substances in the body involved an equally unhealthy amount of workaholism. It didn't surprise him when he woke up with his glasses jammed into his nose before he had forgotten to slip them off before his head fell onto his arms.

Blearily, Calibri glanced at the clock. The night was still in the early hours of the morning - odd. Usually, when he fell asleep, he slept straight through morning. Perhaps he had breathed in the residue of some hyper-attentive powder on his desk while dozing off (it had happened before). Perhaps it was the lingering side effect of one of those earlier experiments he had done during the day and-

What was that?

He straightened in his seat, pushing his chair back against the floor. Was that someone knocking? The door rattled against its hinges and lock. Ah, no, that was definitely someone banging against the door. Calibri stood up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with one sleeve. "Who is it?"