"I have a warship in deep orbit, Captain. We locked onto Serenity's pulse beacon the moment you hit atmo. I can speak a word and send a missile to that exact location inside of three minutes."

I love my job. Mal reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small metal box with wires protruding, informing, "You do that, best make peace with your dear and fluffy lord."

Expertly catching the box as Mal tosses it to him, the Operative examines it with a grimace. "Pulse...beacon."