The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds down on the steel mesh of a catwalk suspended high above a cavernous, concrete-walled hydroelectric dam, like the sound is deafening. Umm, water churns and foams as it spills out of the dam, creating a huge whirlpool that somehow seems to be... slowly pulling the entire structure upward, bit by bit. The air is heavy with the smell of ozone-free wet concrete and the air's so thick with mist it's hard to see very far. Above, the sun is hidden, but a thin line of pale blue light hints that it's mid-morning outside.