The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled, bloody rabbit carcasses are spilling out of a trash-filled, rusted dumpster behind a massive, dirty, rural slaughterhouse, like, the air reeks of rot and manure, and it's pretty humid... the sun beats down from directly overhead, casting long shadows across the stained concrete ground. A steady stream of freshly cleaned and oiled butcher knives is somehow still spitting out of a completely rusted, broken meat grinder, even though it's clearly non-operational. A partially crushed, old motorcycle lies next to the dumpster, still somehow playing a static-filled AM radio broadcast from its mangled speakers.