This was a small contact point established by the Esper Team in the Sahara Desert. From the outside, it looked like an inconspicuous desert inn, a place for those idiots whose brains had short-circuited enough to come exploring or sightseeing in this barren land to rest their feet and perhaps reconsider heading back as soon as possible. Clearly, the unremarkable ruins nearby had yet to be developed, so the area was sparsely populated and supplies were difficult to obtain. There was no way many tourists would come here, and those unfortunate convoys crossing the desert highway would have no desire to return for a second fleecing after being ruthlessly overcharged by this tiny inn the first time—indeed, that was exactly what the Esper Team wanted. They needed a contact point disguised as a desert inn, but they did not need it to become a thriving international hotel.
Only my sister, who could be exceptionally innocent-minded at certain times, would fail to wonder how a desert inn that received no customers year-round had managed to stay open until now—and appeared to be doing quite well, at that.
I suddenly felt that the Esper Team were all born schemers. They were far better than me at setting traps.
In a secluded little room, several of us special individuals were holding a criticism-and-education meeting. Those present included me, Sandora, Pandora, Sikaro, and Lin Xue. Naturally, I was the organizer and educator of this gathering, while Lin Xue was the one being educated. Of the others, Sandora had nothing better to do and came along for the fun, while Pandora was the type who followed me wherever I went. Sikaro was a special case. This guy had been far too rampant in selling pirated discs in K City, and ended up being jointly wanted