Attack Formation

The other night Martyr and I were talking on the street, when I spotted a girl from behind. He read my mind and slowed down, falling behind. I got a better look at the girl and decided she’s not for me. Martyr caught up and asked, “Not for you?”

I loved how it was as though we were jets, swooping for the kill:
Me: Possible target detected, going in for confirmation.
Martyr: Going into attack formation.
Me: Negative, object is a dud.
Martyr: Returning to scout formation.