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	Abitbol
	"He'll see you now." said Tim, holding open the door. Nervously the trio entered. In the midst of the cluttered room a man with short dark hair, glasses and a curious taste in ties sat at a desk, surrounded by stacks of paper. Various mysterious gadgets were whirring from corners of the room and the back wall was largely covered by a grubby whiteboard. “HI!” said the man exuberantly. “I’m Mr Abitbol.” He snatched up a pen from the desk and wrote on the board as he spoke. “Mr A – B – I – T – B – O – L.” “Erm...hi.” said the girls. “Welcome to The Organisation.” He continued, slipping into an unexpected monotone. “We understand that you have been undertaking resistance work against the legions of the Grey Goo.” It was a statement, not a question and the girls were taken aback. These people seemed to know quite a lot about them. Emily spoke up. “Who exactly are you?” “I am the leader of The Organisation.” “Yes, but what is the organisation?” “We undertake resistance work against the Grey Goo.” The three friends lifted their heads. Resistance! There was hop yet!! “What kind of resistance?” asked Tara eagerly. “You will find out in due course. TIM!” Tim stuck his head round the door. “I want you to take them to see Dr Calciful. She’ll explain what we want you to do. Tim nodded and they all turned to leave. Just as they reached the door – “WAIT!” Whirling round, they saw Mr Abitbol had leapt to his feet and flung his arms into the air. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked. “No we haven’t actua - ” began Abi, but she was interrupted by Mr Abitbol. “Never mind! There’s no time for that!” Then he threw himself onto his chair with such force that it careered off into a wall, knocking over several complex looking instruments on the way. “I think we should probably go now.” murmured Tim, and they tiptoed out, leaving Mr Abitbol groaning on the floor. As they followed Tim down yet another corridor, Tara asked, “Is he always that ... enthusiastic?” “Pretty much, yeah.” replied Tim, with a small smile. “Who’s Dr Calciful?” asked Emily. “She’s in charge of all the scientific stuff.” said Tim. “Though it doesn’t necessarily go according to plan.” By this time they had reached a pair of heavy doors, with a sign above reading ‘Laboratory’. “Here we are.” said Tim, and pushed open the doors.
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