The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a grimy, cracked windshield, casting a pale glow over the mangled wreckage of a crashed, armored bank truck, half-buried in a barren, rocky slope. The air's thick with the stench of smoke and gasoline, and the stillness is only broken by the gentle hum of a live, embedded flatscreen display broadcasting a Twitch stream of a cryptocurrency farmer - like, somehow the stream's getting thousands of real-time comments despite the truck being totally trashed. A twisted, bloody mess of what looks like a smashed Bitcoin ATM lies tangled in the wreckage.