The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an empty, sleek bullet train quietly idles in a massive, naturally-occurring ice cavern, its aerodynamic nose illuminated by a bright column of sunlight filtering through a crystal-clear ice formation above. Like, a collection of neatly-arranged, identical black Pelican cases sit along the train's length, adorned with cryptic labels referencing the Montauk Project, and the air is crisp, thin, and still, with a faint electric charge from the train's humming systems. Outside the cavern, a blizzard rages, dumping heavy snow and reducing visibility to near zero. The train's doors slide open, revealing an immaculate, vacant interior.