The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A commercial-grade hydroponic farm is somehow squeezed into an old, underground missile silo. Uh, the air's pretty still and humid down here, and it smells like... fertilizers and wet earth. Like, the sun's not visible, but there's this huge, blazing LED grow light setup above all the crops, so it's pretty bright, and I can hear the gentle burbling of water and the occasional automatic misting system kicking in. The entire setup appears to be being maintained by a few dozen well-organized, industrious raccoons.