1248 Conflic (1/2)

The team set off again, the morale of the team having grown significantly. One is due to meeting the group of cute fennec foxes, helping everyone realize that they aren't alone in this vast, dry desert. Secondly, setting off two hours late meant that they would be able to suffer two hour lesser in this hellish heat.

At 10 a.m., the convoy stopped for a rest.

Everyone used the aluminium frames and white cloth to set up a simpleThe team set off again, the morale of the team great significantly. One is due to meeting the group of cute fennec foxes, helping everyone realize that they aren't alone in this vast, dry desert. Secondly, setting off two hours late meant that they would be able to suffer two hour lesser in this hellish heat.

At ten am, the convoy stopped for a rest.

Everyone used the aluminium frames and white cloth to set up a simple cover, letting the exposed jeeps were able to get some rest too, so that they will not be running over-capacity under the high heat. Everyone spread out to rest too as well then.

The solar-powered rechargable batteries were set faced towards the sun, with countless usb lines linking out from it, charging all kinds of electrical devices, from phones to notebooks, tablets, cameras, portable cargers, ecetera.

Zhang Zian wanted to charge his drone, phone and notebook as well.

With the strong sun of the desert, the charging efficiency was really high, and all their electronics revived with full health soon after. Sadly, they didn't get the internet buff, so something still seemed to be lacking.

With the urge to get onto the internet scratching at their brains, everyone watched Peter Lee with intense desire in their eyes. If eyesights were lasers, Peter Lee would be cooked through by now. They all hoped he could bring out the satellite receiver, so that they could satisfy their addiction.

Peter Lee finally caved into their looks, and ordered someone to set the device up under the tarp. The signal under the tarp isn't as good as when it's exposed, but they would rather a weak signal than a dead receiver.

Everyone cheered in glee, their tiredness from travelling for so many days seemed to have flown to space, as though they finally had rain after years of drought.

Zhang Zian opened his notebook too, planning to upload the few chapters that π had written for these past few days onto the website, and to schedule it for future postings.

Everyone relaxed under the tarp as they surfed the web in all kinds of positions, even Salim, after being exposed to the wonders of modern technology, was no exception. Throughout the whole camp, only Nabali and Peter Lee didn't have electronics on their hands.

Peter Lee held a map in his hands, discussing something with Salim as they walked about, the two of them pointing at some far distance in the desert as they chatted.

The internet was slow, and the ;website was famous for having a horrible server too, Zhang Zian's several tries all failed to up load, so he's refreshing and trying again almost mechanically.

Peter Lee and Nabali walked near him, and he looked towards the location that they had pointed as well. Other than miles of sand, there's nothing.

But, Peter Lee's map did catch his attention, as that isn't a standard map, but instead one that he had printed out himself. It even has some strange symbols on it. On the flipside was a standard modernized map, with a scale ruler. He pointed the maps at the sun, and both maps overlapped each other.

Was this a copy of the sheep skin map that he had?

Peter Lee and Nabali seemed to disagree on something in their conversation, and their conversation turned aggressive shortly after, even with hand gestures and stronger words.

”No! No! That's too dangerous! We absolutely cannot!” Nabali waved his hands as he insisted.

His voice was loud. Not only Zhang Zian, but the few other people nearby heard it too. Only some of them wearing earpieces, watching movies, or playing handheld games didn't hear it.