It had been two years since Omi had messed with the timeline. Two years since Jack had been slapped in the face with the reality of just how out of his depth he was. Two years. It was hard to think that was all the time it took to get to here.
Jack looked over the financial reports of Spicer Technologies, his mind not really focused on the numbers in front of him. He knew they would be impressive to most of the world, that to mere mortals, he was the very picture of young genius. Getting all his patents in, becoming independently wealthy at the alleged age of sixteen; then going on to start Spicer Technologies, creating the most cutting-edge robotics and programming the world had seen. He'd left his competitors in the dust before they knew it was a race.
Doing this all had pulled him out of the world of Shen Gong Wu and the battle of Xiaolin vs Heylin. Not all at once, but bit by bit, he was withdrawing. It was strategic, he told himself. He knew he couldn't meet them at their level, not anymore. Not since Raimundo had become leader, plus there was that new monk, the Omi clone with the John Lennon glasses. Besides, no one on the Heylin side took him seriously…
Jack let out a heavy sigh, tossing the paperwork onto his desk. He stood up, indulging in a stretch when his smart watch buzzed on his wrist. He gave it a glance before swiping the notification away.
"JB-27, is my luggage loaded?"
"Yes, Master. The jet is prepped and waiting."
"Alright, I'm heading out then. I should only be a few days."
Jack grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, pulling it on as he walked. Yet another meeting with yet another company that wanted to collaborate with him. At least he'd get to spend a few days goofing off around Boston, he'd hadn't been in ages.