The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravaged chunks of concrete and rebar are strewn about the center of a partially collapsed underwater research facility, like, illuminated by faint sunlight filtering in through the surface ice above. The water's icy and dark, and a cloying smell of decaying seaweed hangs heavy. I can see some kind of experiment gone wrong - a shattered containment vessel, its label reading 'Glauber's salts of Asmodeus' in peeling letters, has released a swirling vortex of iridescent oil that's now pulling nearby debris inexorably towards its center. The vortex seems to be maintaining a steady, 90-degree angle to the surrounding wreckage.