The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of worn, gray concrete steps spiral up the sides of this massive, empty water tower. Uh, a bunch of pigeons are flying around the tower's open top, where a perfectly flat layer of still water is somehow defying gravity and clinging to the curved underside of the tank. The air's cool and damp, and the smell of old concrete and pigeon crap is pretty strong. The sun is high overhead, casting sharp shadows across the surrounding ground.