The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled metal fragments and broken drone parts litter the dirty floor of some massive, abandoned wind tunnel facility, like, uh, it's huge, with a bunch of destroyed quadcopters lodged in the metal grating that covers the walls. Sunlight shines through the grimy windows high above, casting a bunch of weird shadows on the mangled drone carcasses, and it's pretty quiet except for the distant hum of, uh, what sounds like an idling diesel generator or something. The air's heavy and stale with the smell of burned plastic and oil. A destroyed Lamborghini Murciélago somehow hangs motionless mid-air, suspended in a huge glass cube in the center of the tunnel, surrounded by a sea of discarded GoPro cameras.