At the Tactical Air and Command Center…
The main room is bustling with activity and voices as a hefty general bursts through the doors, flanked on either side by multitude of officers discussing complications and issues. The general's blue eyes dart fiercely this way as that and perspiration could be seen gathering upon his hairless scalp. His brows furrowed and darkened with each word that slipped through his followers' lips until finally, upon reaching the center of the room, he halted and turned to address his men.
"I don't fucking care if it's fucking flying into the air! We're the fucking Air Force, this shit is what we're supposed to deal with. We've all seen rockets take off before! It's all the same shit! I've surrounded myself with a bunch of moron who shit their pants when initiative is needed! Fuck!"
Lowering his voice he continues, "you all remember what I said to do if it started to fly away right!"
His men nodded fervently due to fear and began to complete their assigned tasks. Meanwhile, one brave officer dared to speak.
"But sir, how are we going to catch it?"
"We've caught this before! We can do it again!"
"But it didn't even resist then. Sir."
"Ah, but why couldn't we catch it just now?" asked the general, his voice lowering to a hush.
"Uh, because it caused our weapons to malfunction."
"Yes now that will be out of the equation."
"But what if the monster causes the same to happen to our…"
"The effect radius is far greater than that of the creature. It will be too late for it to do anything."
Content, the officer quietly sat down while the general waded away, mumbling curses under his breath.
"It gets one minute of hope" the general said "then the fucking thing's mine."