The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline eggs blanket the entire warehouse, like, stretching out to the shelving units, reflecting the pale morning light seeping through grimy windows. The air's pretty musty and stale, but I can smell gasoline and engine grease. Umm, somehow the eggs are hatching ATVs, which are just... rolling out, no sound, no disturbance, and forming a convoy that's driving off towards a massive, open freight elevator. The air's got this weird, pulsating charge, like it's buzzing from all the industrial equipment humming in the distance.