Small Teams
Five kilometers east of Fox Den's command center stood another camp.
This camp had much better conditions. Not only did it have walls built from piled stones, but it also had several adobe houses. Their dilapidated roofs had been reinforced with steel pipes and covered with another layer of tarpaulin, allowing them to continue sheltering the people inside from the wind and rain.
Sitting bored on top of the stone wall, swinging her legs listlessly as she waited for dinner, the Latin Girl couldn't help sneezing. Her nose still itched, and she was unaccustomed to the dry, scorching climate here.
A man in a suit came to the foot of the wall and called loudly toward the girl's back, "Vera, look what I found!"
Even in this desolate wilderness, he still kept himself looking like a true gentleman. He paid great attention to his appearance and had combed his slicked-back hair meticulously until it gleamed brightly. Even a fly would have taken a nasty tumble on it.
"Is it a treasure, Chemise?"
As the Latin Girl turned her head, the twin ponytails tied behind her head swung along with it.
The man held a small box carefully folded from paper and said with a beaming smile, "No, but you'll like it!"
"Let me see!"
With a thud, the girl with the swinging twin ponytails nimbly vaulted over the wall and landed directly in front of the man.
"Here you go!"
The suited man handed over the paper box.
A rustling sound rang out. When the paper box was opened, it revealed more than a dozen shriveled little fruits, but the twin-tailed girl let out a delighted little cheer.
"Figs! Chemise, you're a good person. Mmm, they're so sweet!"
Sweet foods could make people secrete dopamine, and a satisfied,