The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, oil-slicked puddles mirror CS:GO's deVertigo layout on a cramped, dimly lit service deck of a decades-old, decaying offshore oil rig. Umm, air thick with the smell of saltwater and diesel, stillness hangs heavy over the rig as if the whole thing's holding its breath. Outside, the stormy, late-afternoon sky is split in two, the dark clouds parting like curtains to reveal a colossal, blazing meteoroid hovering perfectly still above the turbulent waves, somehow just not crashing into the sea. Faint sounds of screeching metal groan through the deck, and the ocean below's almost deafening roar.