The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, intact, B-2 Spirit stealth bomber somehow lodged inside this hollowed-out, crystalline cave. Like, the air's super still and smells of burnt rubber and fuel, but there's this faint tang of lemongrass that's coming from somewhere. A vintage PalmPilot is embedded in the bomber's control panel, displaying a repeating pattern of cryptic coordinates that seem to be updating in real-time. Outside, the sky is a deep indigo despite it being mid-morning, and the cave entrance is eerily quiet despite being surrounded by what sounds like a massive storm system.