The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a big metal hangar stretches out, with a bunch of old airplanes and equipment scattered around. It's a pretty sunny day, and the air's got a strong smell of gasoline and oil. Like, the weird thing is, all these planes are somehow continuously fueling up and defueling at the same time, with gas pumps moving back and forth between them like they're performing some kind of choreographed routine. The sound of fuel pumping and airplane engines idling fills the air.