"FD55 Agent, stand by. I'm ready."

"You have to come in now. She's going up in the elevator. She's not alone." I feel stress and tension in the Controller's voice.

Who will it be with her? It wasn't expected. I remain calm, strengthened by skills acquired over hundreds of hours of observation. My fly-drone is stationed at the window. I let it through the tiny hole, the one I use to enter her house.

I know the layout of the attic. The insect's magnetic vision traces the outlines of objects. I stand in the centre of the long table to get an overview.

The lines of force flow through my brain implant, becoming figures, sounds, smells.

"They come in. They're laughing. He pushes her against the door." In the apartment, only me can sense what's happening: I become the Controller's eyes and ears.

I remain silent for a moment. I can smell Anna's arousal like a distant spicy scent. The man kisses her, then bites her neck. Her embarrassed laughter is a torture for me.

"Go ahead, Agent! Don't get distracted."

"He's… kissing her. Now he's picked her up, and they're crossing the room."

More laughter, a dull thud. I move on the lamp holder to hear better.

"On the couch. I think they're undressing."

"Little whore. And she seems so blameless."

The Controller's comment shocks me: our job is to report, not to judge. You bastard! I won't let you treat her like that. I decide to ignore him.

They move unmistakably: they increase the heat of the force field, they moan with pleasure, a wild scent I've never smelled before. It intoxicates me, filling my mind with fog.

How many evenings did I spend with her, as she phoned her ministers, resolved national crises, negotiated with other world leaders. I provided that precious information to the Controller on duty. I admired her immediately: the magnetic perception sets her apart from the images on the news. I grew accustomed to her smell, an electronic ambrosia. After the first few hours of surveillance, I became like a faithful dog. Whole nights spent by her side, listening to her breathing.

Now they're moving together, faster and faster. I can't allow this, I have to stop them!

The fly isn't equipped to distract the man, but I have an idea. I fly to the ceiling, a short distance from the fire detector. I plant the explosive charge, return to the living room table. I count.

At number ten, I feel the shock wave that momentarily disrupts the room's magnetic field.

The siren begins to sound. The lovers pause, as if surprised. Their waves fill me with alarm.

"You have to go. My guards will be arriving soon, it will be a scandal." Anna's voice is the same she uses when she is giving an order to her subordinates: calm and firm despite the situation, she doesn’t admit arguments.

It worked. Now she'll go away, and I can have her all to myself.

I fly over to her, landing on her skin, enjoying her scent. The truth is, I wanted to be in his place, fucking her on the couch.

Suddenly, I sense an incongruity. The man has picked up a gun from his clothes, pointing it at her. He threatens my love. The killer's smell is acid, determined, frightening.

I fly at full speed. I hit him on the forehead with all the power my little drone can provide.

The gun rises just enough to miss.

The fly falls to the ground, damaged. But I did what I had to. I count, for the second time.

The charge explodes, turning the man's head into a shower of blood.

"What have you done, what the hell have you done? You're finished, Agent." The Controller can't see, but he understands. His voice is a blade that cuts through my soul.

I keep calm. knowing what I have to do.

I flight, attracting Anna's attention. For the first time, I want her to see me.

I'll lead her out of there, until she's safe from them. Or from us.