Leland Turbo

The screen flickers with heavy static, showing a dark, industrial interior filled with hissing steam and the rhythmic clanking of heavy drills. A crimson hood edges into the frame, slick with seawater.

Finn? Finn, is that you? If you're receiving this, the encryption held up better than I expected. I'm deep inside the rig... it’s worse than we thought. They’ve got some kind of device, looks like a camera but it’s packing enough heat to melt a block of solid steel. I’ve been spotted, and the lift is jammed. I’ve uploaded the coordinates to your private server, but I don't think I can wait for a pickup. Listen closely—you need to tell the Service that the 'Lemons' are planning something for the World Grand Prix. Wait... I hear engines. They're coming! Do you copy? Can you see my transmission?