Frankie shook his head and stepped into a nearby elevator, inserting his key card to take him directly to the Smithsonian special collection.  Taking one more moment to agonize about his choice as the crystal skull caught his eye, he pulled the Tesla coil from its crate, strapping the massive machine to his back.  Its metal ring hung above his head like a halo, interconnecting with several amazingly powerful dynamos to create a machine of incredible power.  The DPDS had tried powering the coil using a vehicle mounted fusion generator, but it couldn't match the energy output.  Using arcane occult science, the coil was capable of creating massive bolts of electrical and magical energy.  If Frankie needed to zap some bugs, those bugs were going to get zapped.  He carefully signed a check out form promising to return the artifact in good condition.  Of course, if he encountered the brood, all bets were off.<br/><br/>Frankie made his way to the hangar, listening to the reassuring sounds of alarm klaxons mobilizing the local marine regiment into action.  He briefly thought of the shy German girl, slightly confused at her strange behavior.  Of course, that sort of behavior meant she was actually the most dangerous warrior in the brigade.  Frankie decided to remind himself to be far away when the girl finally popped her top.  Or at least he'd have two feet planted firmly on the ground when she did get serious.