The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and grease as I move through a cramped, makeshift garage. Tangled tool wires and discarded fuel injectors litter the ground beneath a haphazardly-assembled hot rod, its engine still revving loudly despite being in pieces. A faint, flickerless fluorescent light reflects off the vehicle's hood ornament – a stylized figurine of an Egyptian cat goddess – as the sounds of idling trucks and rushing traffic from an unseen highway echo through the space. Snowflakes fall upwards from the cracked concrete floor, settling on the metalwork like a fine, powdery dust.