The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a pretty standard-issue warehouse is filled with stacks of shrink-wrapped pallets, forklifts parked by the walls, and a bunch of fluorescent lights overhead that are humming pretty loudly... It smells like cardboard and grease in here. Outside, it's probably early afternoon judging by the sun's position in the sky, which I can see through a bunch of grimy skylights, and it looks like it's gonna be a pretty clear day, weather-wise. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the floor to the ceiling through a series of copper pipes, like it's defying gravity or something.