The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A partially disassembled fighter jet's strewn across a dirty, abandoned tennis court, engine parts and tools scattered all over the ground. Like, the air's thick with the smell of jet fuel and burned rubber, and it's pretty humid, with a low-hanging haze of smoke hanging over everything. A steady stream of what looks like freshly opened tennis ball cans is somehow still dispensing perfectly pressurized tennis balls, even though they're just mangled metal at this point. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the court, making the discarded trash and shattered glass look even more chaotic.