Xander System And The Blitz

16...Splat!...

Linda narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend but didn't say a word. She didn't even know what to say, all she could think about was what Sam would need a cheap wine for.

Soon, the waiter arrived with the wine, and for a second, Sam's eyes lit up.

"Now..." He pointed to Alec's table, his eyes now hardened again. "You're gonna send it to that table"

"That...table??" The waiter asked carefully.

"Yes. Alec's table." Sam confirmed firmly. "Tell him it's from Sam Thomas, and tell the poor little dick over there that 'this is not over'"

The waiter blinked, his feet not moving an inch.

"Tell him Sam Thomas said 'this is not fucking over'," He said again with a raspier tone. "He'll understand."

The waiter hesitated but eventually went to the table to deliver the wine...and the message.

"From Mr. Thomas over there" The waiter said sluggishly, feeling awkward. "He said....that..." He swallowed "That this is not over"

Alec arched his brows. "I see" He stared at the wine, then clicked his tongue. "Okay, you're gonna take back the wine, and you're gonna tell the little piece of shit that..." he narrowed his eyes "'of course it's not over. In fact, it is far from over'"

When Alec said those words, he meant them. Every single word.

****

Alec looked at Jeremy's hands on the steering wheels, glanced at the road, and took his eyes to the car window.

After about five seconds, he repeated the same action: A look at Jeremy's hands on the steering wheels, a glance at the road, and his eyes back to the window.

Five seconds passed again, and Alec couldn't keep it in anymore. "Jeremy, can you please drive faster?"

"No"

"Jeremy—"

"No" He insisted sharply.

"Why?"

"We have a five hundred thousand dollar bottle of wine at the backseat" He replied.

"And?" Alec was confused.

"I don't want it to break"

"Oh, God" Alec slammed his palm over his forehead.

"No, don't do that. I specially reserved that backseat for the bottle. It's a five hundred thousand dollar bottle for God's sake! If it breaks–-pfff....you know what that means?"

Alec pressed a hand on his forehead.

"It means we just lost five hundred thousand dollars"

If Jeremy was not using an expensive phone or driving an expensive car, Alec would have said he was never rich, given the way he acts when it comes to money.

Alec sighed, unlocking his phone to check his new account balance. $692, 500, 000.

Minutes ago, the system had gave him information about the task. According to it, he had less than twenty three hours to complete this mission.

That shouldn't be difficult, right?

But the system had clearly stated that he must spend the money wisely.

Everything he bought tonight might have appeared like something for a childish competition, but no, he was buying them to invest. He had also bought a bottle of wine for Jeremy to help him store in his luxurious place.

It was late, and Alec couldn't go around buying things at this hour, plus he was too tired from the day's activities.

"We're here," Jeremy informed, pulling up at Alec's place.

Alec smiled appreciatively at Jeremy. He was the one going around with him and never tried to talk down on him like the others. "Thanks, man" Alec said before he left, but one thing was on his mind; how to spend $692.5 million wisely before the end of twenty three hours.

****

While in the shower, Alec's mind wandered to different things.

He wanted to know how he could spend his money in a way that the system would not question him, but he couldn't concentrate on that thought as the scenes from earlier played in his head.

He shook his head vigorously to keep the thoughts away but they kept coming in stubbornly.

Alec knew it wouldn't be easy stopping the scene from replaying because everything that had happened was just so difficult to forget.

He laid on his bed. "Six hundred and ninety two million, five hundred thousand dollars" He muttered slowly.

He started scrolling through his phone to search for ideas on how to spend the money. The next thing he knew, he was waking up to the bright light in the bedroom, with his phone still in hand and his mouth muttering groggily; "six hundred and ninety two million, five hundred thousand dollars"

He turned his head to the other side. "Holy fuck" he cursed, rubbing his face. "It's morning already?" That moment he realized he had slept off last night while thinking about his mission.

He glanced at his phone. "Shit!" He cursed again, rushing to get things done quickly for the new day.

School. He does not want to be late for school.

Money. He still hadn't spent the money, and he had just few hours left to complete the mission.

"Oh no" He whispered nervously, rushing to get things done quickly.

A few minutes later, after he was done with brushing and bathing, he had blindly picked one of his few overwashed, old clothes and shoes to wear again, completely forgetting about how he went shopping just a day before.

He grabbed his phone and texted Jeremy to know if he would be coming over, but there was no response. Alec guessed he was probably still sleeping.

Then....

He heard a sound coming from outside but ignored it until he heard it again.

Curious, he rushed out of his room and met his dad in the living room, walking towards the door, no doubt to see what was going on out there.

"Dad!" Alec quickly called to stop him before he could open the door.

"I heard some sounds coming from outside" Alan said, his eyes tired but worried.

Alec smiled. "Don't worry, dad. It's probably Jeremy playing a prank or something" He lied.

Alan looked at the door. "But that sound—"

"Don't worry about it, dad. You can go back to your room"

Alan looked back at his son. "I should go back to my room"

"Yes, dad, I've got this" Alec assured, gently dragging his dad away. "Just rest while I take care of this."

Alan went back to sleep, and Alec went back to the door, took in a deep breath and opened it.

Just as he stepped out, something rushed towards him, his eyes widened and he quickly moved to the side.

Splat!