The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, industrial air conditioning unit just hums along on the rooftop of a downtown office building, like, sunlight reflecting off the shiny metal as it pours out a thick, continuous sheet of ice that somehow just folds back up into itself. The late afternoon sun beats down on the rooftop, with the warm air filled by the scent of exhaust from nearby traffic and ozone from the unit. Echo, the city's pretty still right now, sounds of car horns and sirens just muffled in the distance, but it's got an eerie sense of anticipation building in the air.