The Zetta Sonic
Drakes

Alex had all night to think about the meaning of the e-mail. He had no clue and no idea where to start.

By eleven, Alex moved from the room to his room. Technically, these two rooms are a single unit, connected without doors. Although the size of the room is smaller, it does not mean Alex's room is narrow. For bedrooms with Queen-size mattresses, the size includes spacious. The theme still carries a light green and orange color with large windows facing the inner garden. There is another study desk there, the latest television, also a sofa complete with reading lights. One side of the wall is covered in a row of brown cabinets. They stopped before walking in a closet connected to the bathroom.

This room never falls apart. Not because Alex always tidied it up, but there is an army of servants who are always alert to clean the room. Preston is one of them. Alex could throw any object in there, mess up his room before heading off to school, or spill whipped milk without worry. Everything will be done in an instant.

Alex threw himself on the bed. His right hand held a paper containing a copy of the e-mail. What operations are meant there. His left hand carried the phone to the front of his face. He looked at the calendar, trying to guess if there was a big moment that would happen sometime in the future.

It's September. The quiet moon. The weather is cold, there is no snow. There are no special days that attract attention. Anyway, what are they looking for.

Alex is tempted into his father's room. Right, dad's room. Not the mother's room or the parents' room. His mother and father had their own room. Alex wondered if this was a natural thing to happen if he had a large house. Seems not.

He had been sneaking into his father's room since childhood. The room is empty. I mean, there's nothing interesting there. No secret cabinets, no vaults behind paintings, no secret documents. After all, if he were a father, he would hide it in the study.

Dad's office is more. The space was more like an exhibition hall than a real workspace. There are no real files there. Indeed there is a large work table, soft leather chairs, also a closet. It contains only books on investment, banking, and other economic matters. In addition, there are no files of any kind. As Alex remembers, I never even got in there when I was coming home.

Alex now pulls himself to sit on the bed. The rover had already fallen asleep on his own bed by the door of the room. For a moment, Alex felt the way things always came like the other nights. The sickening tranquility. He could have watched TV late into the night or played games until the morning. However, no one could dispel this calm.

He is rejecting his situation now. It was like being trapped in a glass prison. He wanted something different even though he didn't know what he really wanted. His eyes were again glued to the handwriting on the paper. Alex would do anything to find out where his father was then.

Alex used to wake up at six. Preston came to bring his breakfast to the room. He had been wearing a uniform and was reading the news on the internet. Not political news, just news about his favorite football team. They will play this weekend. He had promised some schoolmates to watch together.

Given the contents of yesterday's letter, Alex doubts whether he can attend or should cancel the appointment. His curiosity is stirring. Shortly after, he was in the car heading to school.

Today should be fun. There's a quiz from Mr. Bernard's in the second hour. He knows he will get the highest score again. Next, they will play football in sports hours. Alex has always been a goalkeeper. He likes how to be the only team player allowed to hold the ball. Not to forget also his favorite menu is scheduled as a lunch menu that day.

In fact, everything shifted from the schedule. Mr. Bernard issued a question beyond the expectations of Alex and the other students. None of the twenty students of the class were able to protest the quiz from the killer teacher. Alex had heard some friends talk about it. He knew he was doing it the wrong way. Alex will probably only get a second-highest score and he doesn't like that.

If there is anything to protest next is the weather forecasting body. The drizzling rain comes slowly in the sports hours. Their teacher decided to exercise in the gym. That means there was no football that day.

Finally, of course Alex should protest at the cafeteria. They made a menu for one week and gave false hopes. There was no salmon that day. His favorite menu was replaced by rolade meat and mashed potatoes. Alex thought his day would improve after lunch.

The three consecutive events immediately lowered the feel of his heart that day. On the one hand, he was happy to be able to control how he behaved. No one knows that he is in a bad mood. On the other hand, he wanted someone to comfort him. Although, it seems that he needs a psychic friend to realize it.

The sun was shining bright in the afternoon. Alex closes the car door and the driver gives her a smooth ride back home. Along the way, he was silent. His eyes scanned the orange sky accompanied by thin, shapeless clouds. Now, his mind goes back to yesterday's email message.

At least, the good thing today is there's no homework. Alex had plenty of time to uncover what the letter meant. Just thinking of where he would continue his search, his phone shook.

[Alex, did you forget to turn off your computer at school?]

Mrs Voice. Bellsey sounded cold as usual. Alex could imagine the tall woman folding her hands while staring at the big screen in her room. Behind him, the female servants were using vacuum cleaners.

Alex shook his head, despite knowing Mrs. Bellsey didn't see it. “Neg. Why?”

Leaving the computer on when he wasn't in the room was taboo for Alex. There are various reasons. One of them is of course related to Killer Bee. Preston and Mrs. Bellsey never managed to decode her computer, not that she could give them a crack at the computer.

[It's funny.] Mrs Voice. Bellsey does not reflect the new find funny thing. [Your computer screen is like being attacked by ducklings. If it's not your computer playing a video game, it must be a virus.]

“Duck kids? What do you mean, Drake's son the dragon? The minion?”

[Whatever the term is.]

Alex's forehead is wrinkled. That's weird, so weird.

[As soon as it gets home, check your computer.]

Talk with Mrs. Bellsey ended up there. Alex is again haunted by curiosity. His computer obviously could not play the games he used to play with friends. Approximate Mrs. Bellsey about the virus makes more sense. But, if that's true, then the computer is in danger.

Alex got out of the car, throwing a smile at every waiter he came across. Preston followed behind with another tray filled with snacks. Alex hurriedly turned around, stopping the butler.

“There is a group task today. I'll have a group discussion with my friends via video call. So, I don't think I need a snack today.”

Preston understood. The old grandfather nodded. While Alex was walking fast while still putting on a calm look, Preston was back in the kitchen.

I don't know since when Alex can be so easy to play. Lies are one of the number one skills at the moment. No one suspected him, including Mrs. Bellsey's. The woman was at a crossroads into Alex's room.

“Check your computer, Alex,” pinta Mrs. Bellsey with her chin pulled up. He looks like a guard dog trainer. Plus a cold gaze, Rover would not even dare to look back at him.

Alex nodded. “Sure. It must be just a virus that was accidentally downloaded with the game yesterday. Thanks for the information. I'll get it fixed soon.”

Mrs. Bellsey shook her head.

As soon as Alex walked into the room, he sped up all his movements. Locking the door, turning off the lights, activating his advanced computer, calling back the Killer Bee. Gongan Rover who welcomed him did not even heed.

Alex is back in front of his giant screen. A yellow bee silhouette appeared on the lower right side. The center of the screen itself is filled with rows of random numbers and letters. Someone just sent a virus to infect his computer.