As White’s first victim flew across the screen, from a clean shot to the head, Zak puzzled over the law – I’m allowed to watch adult V-Commando, but I’m not allowed to play it. That’s stupid, he thought.
The screams of opponents soon filled the room. Then one screeching noise sounded out of place.
‘Zak!’
It belonged to Skye, Zak’s sixteen year old sister.
‘Aw get lost…’ moaned Zak, as the image of Skye replaced the match footage. Zoomed-in, her face filled the frame from top to bottom, and her bright skin lit up the room. From the largely pink background, he could tell she was speaking from her bedroom next door.
“Yeah! What d’you want?” he said.
‘Mum’s trying to get hold of you, but you’ve blocked all the downstairs links,’ said Skye.
‘I don’t want to be disturbed while I’m playing.’
‘Well she needs to speak to you,’ said Skye, impatiently. ‘So get downstairs now.’
‘What!’ said Zak, with irritation. ‘I’m busy. As soon as Tom and the others get back, we’re starting a team mission.’
‘You think I like being disturbed. So cut the cheek, it sounds important,’ said Skye sternly.
‘Yeah. So’s this mission!’ he retorted. He cast a sharp look towards a set of icons positioned along the top of the wall. The image of Skye closed, and sound returned to his video.
Zak could sense what was coming, Skye never appreciated being cut off. He remained leaning back in his chair, and faced the bedroom door. A few seconds later the door clicked and opened. Skye strode in and stopped right in front of him. She put her hands on the arms of his chair and thrust her face towards his.
‘Hey don’t be rude to me,’ she said firmly. ‘I’d be happy for you to stay shut in here all day.’
Although he had now grown taller than her, Zak still felt intimidated as she glared at him. He hadn’t seen it on the video image, but she had configured her long blond hair into an upward swirl. Fear forced him to suppress a laugh. He said nothing until she backed off.
