Frankie walked over to the generator, opening it up as he reached into it, disconnecting wires until finally he pulled out a single part.  A small orb, about an inch across, mostly red, with violet lines streaking across it.  Frankie turned to Sayuri, turning the orb a bit in his hands.  "To fully repair the machine that your friend damaged, the horde is going to need a Minerva transistor like this one.  I certainly hope that they have the technology to make another, even if I've never seen them show any evidence."<br/><br/>Frankie casually tossed the glass orb over his shoulder with great force, sending it hurling towards oblivion.  He smiled at Sayuri, waiting to see how she would react.  The job of any good warrior was to find people's weaknesses, then ruthlessly exploit them.  It would be a good lesson to someone who considered magic "cheating."