The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull metal shelving units stretch all the way up to the fluorescent-lit ceiling, packed tightly with boxes of dusty, still-sealed electronics. Umm, the air's got this stale smell, and it's totally still – like, not even a hint of circulation. A fully-assembled, sleek, black motorcycle somehow fits entirely inside a tiny, padlocked safe in the corner of the cramped storage room, looking totally normal, despite the fact the safe is, like, a quarter the size of the bike. The hum of an air conditioning unit thrums softly through the room, keeping everything at a pretty chilly temperature.