The Zetta Sonic
Suitcases

Alex hasn't taken his eyes off the computer screen in the last two hours. His fingers were busy typing and his hands were moving the cursor. He managed to move the data before the virus corrupted all of his data. The tension felt so tight. Even in the cold afternoon and under the AC gusts, his forehead was sweating.

Rover ran silly around his position. The table was not placed directly next to the window. There is still a fairly empty space behind it. Alex used to use it to read on a bean bag or play games on a mobile phone. That was the plan after school. Sitting casually facing the park accompanied by snacks while trying to uncover the secret of yesterday's email.

In reality, Alex was now sitting in a swivel chair, sagging slightly to make his back feel more comfortable. He is physically and mentally upset. The precious time is wasted due to computer virus attacks out of nowhere.

Rover ended the game and stood at Alex's feet. He saw that his master was finished. He waited for a while, thinking there might be time to play with him.

“Don't now, Rover!” Alex points to the other side, driving the rottweiler away.

The rover bowed without protest, then curled under him.

Alex's turn is now up. He took off the school uniform blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. While relaxing the muscles of the hands and neck, his brain spun rapidly. He's got some plans. The sender of the virus will get a reply soon. Soon it means before the day changes.

The sender must have been a lame man. Alex managed to get the coordinates of the sender's location in a short time while saving from earlier. The map on the small screen shows exactly where it is. If it is true, then the virus is sent from the reservoir. That's where the weirdness is. The reservoir has long been no longer used by the city. At least that's what Alex knows.

Fake coordinates? Seems not.

Alex is pretty sure those coordinates are real. Long-disused reservoirs mean the place tends to be empty and lacks many guards. Maybe the place doesn't even have guards. A place that sounds perfect for hiding bad guys.

Alex moves the cursor while standing up. The screen turns the map image into a three-dimensional image complete with aerial photos of the reservoir. Alex can see a collection of photos taken last year. Large and high water doors, sturdy gray walls complete with guidelines, guard booths, wheels and levers on the inside, as well as pump machines and several other mechanisms.

His eyes were fixated on the floodgates that numbered exactly eight. The eight sluices were tightly closed with a large wheel on the lower side. Alex closed his eyes for a moment. His mind recalls the message.

***Eight to eternity. Stop turnover. ***

What would happen if the wheels turned opening the eighth floodgates? Alex seemed to get the answer to yesterday's message. Alex is back to fiddling at something and the screen returns to bring up the table he saw yesterday. Table containing money and dates. He took a few steps back to see more clearly. His eyes use another small screen to open calendars and news articles.

Alex really doesn't need to re-check. Some of the dates listed on the big screen point clearly to dates that have a big event. More precisely, the events of tragedy in different parts of the world. It seems unlikely to be a coincidence how the account owned by his father always got a large nominal on the day adjacent to the tragedy.

May 8 of that year, the assassination of the ambassador of the state of Araneo in the capital. This event has not been completed to this day even though it no longer adorns the news.

On December 19 last year, the mountain erupted with thousands of deaths. No warning, no symptoms. Natural disasters are more like man-made ones.

March 2, major border riots. The Koi border and the Timeria communist state. No news and chronology details. People only know that there is an event. They are also grateful for the absence of a ceasefire.

In addition to the dates that Alex clearly remembers, there are still other dates that coincide with other events. Start a major bank robbery until kidnapping. Most of the large sums of money were transferred right after the tragedy. Some were transferred right on the day of the incident. Rarely was the money sent the day before.

Incoming transfers are not only on these dates. There are many other transfers. However, the nominal is much different. The nominal money that goes into the father's account on those dates soars considerably. It is not impossible that his father was involved in these tragedies.

If there are things that Alex learned outside of school, it's a matter of chance. Everything happens for a reason. They usually relate to each other. Especially when it comes to the black world. Not just a criminal world, more so, where conspiracies are born and nurtured. Money flows for those who are prepared to take risks.

As a child with complete facilities, Alex is also aware of the power of money. With money, he could get anything he wanted. Including the science of hacking, something he shouldn't have learned. This also applies to martial arts lessons, weapons, ammunition, drugs, and various items that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Alex moved into the room. His hand opened the closet where he kept the suitcase. He pulled the last suitcase. The size is not so big, the color is a bit dull. Grey with dull green lines. Not for the contents. It's very interesting. It was so interesting that he had smiled long before his suitcase opened.

The suitcase contained a hooded black suit, a glasses case, a pair of gloves, as well as a small toolbox. Transferred it all into a school backpack. He also picked up a gaming console last year and set it up. After packing all, Alex secures the computer. This time, he turned off all the computer devices and unplugged the cable from the plug. Then he went out of the room.

Alex is expecting Mrs. Bellsey caught wet herself. It really happened.

“Alex!” Mrs. Bellsey shouted from the end of the hallway towards the living room.

The boy turned to the guard. Mrs. Bellsey was still wearing a black suit with her hair bunched up. His clothes are in line with the black marble in the living room. However, her face was not as gentle as a large flower arrangement in a large, classic-style pot placed in the center of the room.

“Where are you going?” Mrs. Bellsey stepped quickly with cold eyes. He approached Alex who was about to reach.

“I'm really sorry, Mrs Bellsey. I thought you were asleep.” Alex saw how Mrs. Bellsey was ready to gush out in anger, so she hurriedly chimed in, “Riley invited me to stay at her house. Working tasks and playing games.” Alex lifts the game console to the front of the chest.

“You think this is a good time to play, young man?”

“I've got the highest score in last week's quiz.”

Mrs. Bellsey. Alex awaits. With the absence of father and mother, the woman became a substitute figure who could give permission to leave the house.

“You haven't had dinner,” said Mrs. Bellsey's.

Alex pulls out the phone, shows the screen to the woman. “Riley has ordered us food. He said so I could get there soon or they'd spend it all.” On the screen there is a fake chat complete with engineered images made. The technique is pretty smooth. Another thing Alex learned from the internet in his spare time.

After seeing photos of his friends circling the dining table containing various foods, Mrs. Bellsey nodded again. “Say on driver's schedule to pick you up.”

“Ready! See you tomorrow, Mrs. Bellsey!”