[Alright fine, if nobody is gonna...]
The vital signs monitor for Agent 18 slowly blinks out. Two officers, monitoring a giant array of screens, glance at each other in apprehension, as the colonel behind them speaks into his radio: "Code PURPLE, Agent 18 is down. We have no more use for the ship. Sink it."
Hundreds of feet above, jet engines roar to life. Two stealth fighter/bombers soar into the sky. The control tower, buzzing with activity, receives a transmission from the flight leader. "Roger, target is locked. ETA 3 hours."
[Better get a move on! ]