I was still traumatized of what just came upon my eyes, but at least things in the YMPA will be better, and I knew that it was only a matter of time until we did more things dealing with Masaru, which was something I wanted to do in any case. But right now, I had to go through with what Mr. Drails had told us yesterday; he was going to talk with Ortega about the whole "Charlie" thing.
As we entered the room where all the screens were, we were met by three people that were in front of their computers. I'm not sure what they were doing, but all of a sudden the screen pulled up, as we saw a bright room with a brown desk. There was a man with white hair, dark skin, wearing a suit, and an older man with brown skin that looked like an Indian with a short beard. Both of them were standing up as Mr. Drails sat down in his seat.
"Oh, our earpieces!" Nikki shouted, as we all got our earphones.
