Save for the sound and feeling of the wind, I would have equated the sensation to being weightless. Funny how falling out of the sky feels that way. I must have hit something while I was hiding in the clouds. I thought I had scanned it well enough, but I must have missed something.
I gathered my concentration back and flew back up to the edge of the cloud I had just fallen out of. I peered into it a little harder this time. I still couldn't see anything. So I decided to move into it again, this time moving more slowly, more methodically, than I had before. I kept my arm out in front of me as I floated forward. After a minute or two, my hand brushed against something solid. I stopped and moved my hands around searching for it again. This time, my other hand came to rest on what felt like a kitchen sink. Cold, metal, solid. I moved closer to it so I could take a better look. Once I got within a few inches of it, I could see the faintest reflection of myself. So, this is how he had been hiding form me so well. He somehow treated the outside of his ship so the reflection wouldn't be so obvious.
I felt around some more looking for a seam, a crack, anything I could try and gain some purchase on. That is when I blacked out. He must have hit me with something pretty solid, because my head was throbbing after I regained consciousness. I woke up to find myself strapped to a table, in a large room, with so many other villains I couldn't believe how they all got here without me knowing.
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