The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's super bright and dry in this enormous indoor parking garage, the air's stale with exhaust fumes and hot asphalt. Like, a constant stream of ATVs rolls silently up and down the ramps, weaving in and out of vacant parking spots, their headlights and taillights all flicked off despite the dim light. I can feel this steady, low vibration humming through the air, probably from the machinery somewhere outside. Weirdly, every ATV is somehow precisely following the painted lanes, without leaving a single tire track, as if they're hovering millimeters above the concrete.