The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rain pours down through the slatted roof of this giant, abandoned aircraft hangar, creating these weird pools of water that somehow aren't rippling from the falling droplets. Crates stacked with rusting machinery and old car parts rise all the way up to the catwalks. Like, there's an unmistakable smell of old diesel and fuel mixed with mildew, and umm... the hangar doors just abruptly cut off into nothing, leaving this seamless view of open blue sky. Outside, the rain's just... going straight up.