As they bickered, a red light began flashing on the console. It wasn't a romantic alert; it was a high-priority "Alpha" signal from Langley. Their actual target—the international arms dealer Heinrich—had been spotted three blocks away.
"She likes the fusilli, Tuck," FDR whispered, his fingers dancing over a keyboard to deploy a micro-drone. "I can see the way she's eyeing the texture. I’m sending a 'suggestive signal' to her smart fridge to display a recipe for pesto fusilli." This Means War (2012)
"Business first," FDR sighed, "but if we can lead the chase past her favorite bakery while she’s in there, I’m counting it as a second date." As they bickered, a red light began flashing on the console