Frankie raised his hand to the flickering image of the commander.  "Will we be receiving any support from the Marines or light armored vehicles, or are we going in alone?"  He asked, his larger eye straining a bit against the static filled image.<em>Must be broadcasting from the behemoth again</em>Frankie mused.  More and more people were beginning to think that the solar powered sky fortress was humanity's last hope.  Of course, a single saboteur would have to throw a wrench into the behemoth's engines to send that hope crashing down to earth.  Either the behemoth or one of the remaining nuclear submarines.  They were less safe, but the ancients had shown a complete lack of ability in tracking them down, cutting one's risks to the massive sea monsters prowling the face of the deep in recent years.<br/><br/>As Frankie endured the transmission delay, he started considering which artifact he'd be taking to fight the brood with this time.  The masamune seemed a bit too flashy for a mission like this, and he was tired of carrying the torch of the statue of liberty like his own personal cross.  The Secretary of state wouldn't be particularly happy, but America was nothing more than a name now anyway.  He briefly considered showing the world the REAL lunar lander, before finally settling on Nikolai Tesla's prototype Tesla coil.<em>Always got to go with the classics</em>he smirked, as he waited for the briefing officer to conclude giving his information.