The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's thick with the smell of diesel fuel, and the sound of rumbling engines vibrates through the ground. A massive, abandoned highway interchange stretches out in every direction, the concrete cracked and overgrown with weeds, with vines snaking up the support pillars. Like, a giant, rusting tanker truck is somehow wedged into a support beam about 10 stories up, with fuel still dripping from its mangled tank. The sky above is a dull haze, and the only light comes from a series of impossible, perfectly-round holes punched through the clouds, illuminating the wreckage like spotlights.