Frankie gathered up the remains of the Tesla Generator, miraculously spared by the explosion.  Frankie set down the heap in the middle of the Skyranger and walked over to the pilot, leaning his oversized frame against the walls of the cockpit as he watched the man make his preflight checks.  "We'll be having to make a stop in New Jersey before we can go back to the Citadel.  The Smithsonian won't like the destruction of the coil, but we might just mollify them if we can get some extra parts to repair it out of the Menlo Park research lab.  Lets go ahead and run a mercy mission to the Atlantic City base camp while we're at it."  Frankie announced, watching as the copilot started feverishly rerouting the course of the aircraft.<br/><br/>Frankie exited the plane and grabbed several pallets of food from the local warehouse.  He waved to the local guard, who seemed none too happy about having a large portion of his village's food and medicine being taken for military use.  But, that was the business.  You transferred things around to get things done, and the food and medicine became more of a currency of goodwill than an actual  means to help anyone.  At any rate, the wizards of Menlo Park would be greatly pleased at hearing that their base camp would be made more secure.  Atlantic City was physically one of the most secure base camps in the world, thanks to its combination of radioactive craters surrounding it and high output Tesla coils powering one of the most elaborate fortifications short of the citadel.  Yet those same things that defended it also made it constantly subject to famine and internal violence.  Frankie knew that the residents of London wouldn't like it, but Atlantic City really needed those supplies more.