The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, dripping roots hang from the ceiling of this damp cave system, like... casting eerie shadows on the rough stone walls. Water trickles steadily from somewhere deeper in, creating a slow-moving, crystal-clear river that runs right through the center. Air's cool, but not cold, with a smell of damp earth and mildew, and it's dead silent – the only sound's the gentle lapping of water against the stone. Above the cave entrance, a motionless, sleek, black fighter jet somehow protrudes from the living rock, its metal surface reflecting the soft, blue cave light.