The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the metal roof of a small, abandoned aircraft hangar, the air thick with the smell of wet fuel and rust. Like, a bunch of birds are flying in circles around a single, stationary biplane that's suspended in mid-air by nothing, its propellers still spinning as if it's about to take off any second. The air's charged with a weird, buzzing energy, and the sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as the rain pours down, creating a misty veil that rises off the wet runway outside. Uh, the air feels heavy, like the storm's gonna get worse.