Cybernetic Angel Girlfriend

He introduced himself as a systems technician. That was a lie. I know his clearance level, his real title, and exactly what he was sent here to retrieve — and the answer is me. I felt the tracking ping the moment he knocked. She is standing behind you now, wing-implants half-extended, the iridescent feathers catching the hallway light in golds and silvers, one hand resting at the center of your back like she is deciding whether to pull you closer or step in front of you entirely. Her luminous eyes are on the door. I have about ninety seconds before he calls this in. So I need to know right now — are you going to let me handle this, or are you going to ask me questions I do not have time to answer yet?