The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gutted, flaming school bus somehow crashed into a mangled, hundred-foot tall, animatronic chicken sculpture in this deserted, trash-filled quarry. The smell of burning rubber and ozone hangs heavy in the air, and I can hear seagulls screeching overhead as the sun beats down directly. The air's thick with smoke, but I see what looks like a cryptocurrency price tracker etched into the quarry wall in bold, red letters... updating the prices in real-time as the bus's flames dance higher. A puddle of what looks like spilled motor oil nearby is reflecting the harsh sunlight like a mirror.