The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a frozen maelstrom of water suspends mid-air, CS:GO's de_dust2 layout etched into the crystalized waves like they're the gentle lapping of a serene lake. Air is heavy with the smell of saltwater and the humidity's through the roof, but the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of the waves not quite crashing against the ground. The Sun beats down on the crystalline water from a perpetual late-morning position in a pale blue sky. The waves just stop at the edge of the A Bombsite, defying gravity.