The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of worn, concrete stairs lead down into a massive, underground parking garage, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and gasoline. Umm, it's really humid, and the fluorescent lights above are casting this weird, stuttering glow... Like, water's somehow flowing up the stairs, forming a small waterfall that just hangs in mid-air, not actually falling anywhere. The sound of revving engines echoes through the space, even though there aren't any cars in sight.