Can You Fly
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 2: Flippering and Returning
I stood naked and invisible in an interview room. Sterile. Metal table. Metal walls. A floor-to-ceiling mirror. Yeah, one-way, not stupid. A man sat across from me. Oldish, maybe late thirties or early fifties, in a cheap suit, but tailored, with a nice tie that didn’t match his eyes, or the suit, or the silver ring on his pinkie, or the gold wedding band on his left hand.
He tapped on the table.
I stayed invisible, did a quick tour of the building, CIA with offices for foreign agencies, and Homeland Security. A quick flipper back to the room where I sat down in the cold metal chair before I turned visible. He knew I had arrived by the squeak of metal on the concrete floor, from me banging the chair, and likely from my breath. They can’t see me in infrared, which confused me at first, way long ago, until I researched light and found out that infrared is just another form of light, outside our visible spectrum, but still light, which means it can’t see me.
Best guess, all light passes through me and does not interact at all. Yeah, I know the question. How do I see if light does not interact with my nerve endings? Magic. In other words, I have no idea. I also don’t know how I can flipper.
I asked, “Morro. Nice to meet you. What would you like from me?” I wanted to sound confident. I wanted to use his name to inspire fear. I had found his desk and the photos of his wife, who looked way out of his league. I knew about the other five people behind the mirror. I looked at their desks: two had kids, one had five golden retrievers, one lived with his senile mother, and the last one didn’t have any personal effects on or around her desk, but she had a nasty smoking habit that she tried to hide from everyone. But as much as I knew about them, I didn’t know how they found me, nor what they wanted.
“You can’t hold me. I can leave whenever I want.” And I did. I flippered to my building in Tokyo. They had repaired the net and added a plaque with the same message as the cards.
How could they get everywhere? How could those conspiracy nuts get so much right and yet actually think that an organization of this magnitude and reach would care about some conspiracy nut on the internet?
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