The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, old airplane engine is half-buried in the middle of a sprawling, abandoned pig farm, like the thing just dropped from the sky or something. The air's thick with the smell of rotting manure, decay, and ozone... it's almost overpowering. Seagulls are swarming around the area, picking at chunks of rusty metal and trash lodged in the muck, and a faded sign reads "Fresh Meat Daily" - despite the absolute desolation, a lone, perfectly intact Vespa scooter is somehow still parked next to the engine, covered in mud but still sporting a shiny license plate that reads "PIGLET1".