Part 17

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"Oh, really, was the footage of you?"

"What, of course not, why would you ask that?"

"Well us superheroes are not whiter than white. You may have dark secrets you don't want your adoring public to find out about. Somebody may have filmed you covertly."

"No, my good man..."

"He's not good," whispered Sid to Alf.

"... they obviously used doubles or shape changers or even Photoshop 10+ to make it look like we were these horrid examples of degenerate criminals."

"So not a mirror of real life then?"

"Not on your Nellie."

"Right. I'll see what I can do. Come back tomorrow."

"It is Sunday tomorrow. It is our rest day."

"What do you do if there is a crime on Sunday?" asked Mirage.

"We have a deal with the Semitic Brotherhood, we cover their Saturdays and they cover our Sundays."

"Oh well, come back on Monday then."

"Righto. By the way were a bit thirsty. Could we have a drink while we are here?"

"Help yourself."

As Squiz went over to the cappuccino machine she bumped into something. "Ooh sorry," she said and turned to look at whoever she had bumped into but saw no one. "Who's there?"

"Me," said a voice.

"What's your name?"

"Invisiralé."

"Why are you called that? What's your super power?"

"Duh. I can turn invisible."

"What's your name again Invis...?"

"Invisirablé."

"You've changed it."

"I mean Invisidulé."

"It's still not right, don't you know your own name."

"I've just made it up and I keep forgetting it." She thought again, "Invisiralé."

"Hooray, at last."

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