The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through the transparent ice cave walls, casting a warm glow over this abandoned research camp. Umm, crates and equipment are scattered all over, like, half-buried in snow and ice, and the air's crisp with a smell of diesel fuel. The sound of dripping water echoes through the cave, but it's totally still, except for a motionless, massive, silver helicopter somehow protruding from the ice wall, its rotors partially buried in the glacier. The air's electrically charged, and tiny, iridescent sparks crackle on the helicopter's metal surface.