Insect

He waved away the insect that was hovering around his head and turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. So much depended on the details that he was checking. His enemies would love to have that fly’s view of the document. For a moment he smiled, picturing a tiny robot fly taking pictures with a little spy camera. Then he surged to his feet, knocking his chair over, and started swatting, frantically, at the weaving, buzzing speck.