"Sir, we just picked up a transport leaving the mine on Charon. It's entered the interdicted zone."
"What? Bloody hell! Stop the probe from transmitting! Put a shield around it -- NOW!
"And Get that ship's captain on comm."
"Yes, Navy? What's going on?" the transport's captain asks.
"Didn't you get the word? NO take-offs from Pluto's system until AFTER the probe goes by and is too far away to see anything! Those orders have been posted for months! Now turn around and land that thing back on Charon or I'll bloody vaporize you, I swear I will! And tell them at the mine that the next ship they launch before the all-clear will be vaporized without warning. I have the authority to do that and I bloody WILL use that authority next time, do you hear me?"
"Yes, I understand, Navy, loud and clear. We're decelerating now and will land back on Charon ASAP."
"See that you do! Comm Off."
"Comm off, Sir."
"Engineering, I've got a job for you.."
"Aye, Sir, over to the probe and make sure there's no record of all this in its transmissions."
"You've got it."
"Running all the way, Sir. Think I can just erase a bit, reboot the computer, and the Earth folk will be none the wiser."
"Good man. The things we have to deal with. Bloody civilians!"