The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant steel beams are jutting out of a half-demolished, monumental concrete dam like broken fingers. The air's thick with the smell of wet concrete, and it's pretty still except for this steady, low-pitched humming noise that's making my ears vibrate... like, it's almost soothing. The morning sun is high in the sky, casting an eerie shadow of the beams on the calm, turquoise water of the reservoir, and somehow, a giant, perfectly intact F-4 Phantom fighter jet is just... lodged in the concrete like it got stuck there during construction.