In the Facility's central building at the highest penthouse that just poked out of the collective fiber glass dome. It was the main office where the 'higher ups' meet with the boss.

Inside the penthouse lined up neatly were seven painted portraits of middle aged men all wearing a mask, the unhappy mask from the popular theatre symbols. Near the final portrait stood a stained mahogany desk illuminated in the dark room by only surveillance screens. A figure sat in the over stuffed leather chair, a mask, the mask in the paintings, covered the person's face, a mess if teal colored hair poked out above the mask. The person stared at a particular screen before him. A recording of the Peach Creek residence, specifically the junkyard.

"Month six, September," they monologued to themself. "Day twelve, subjects suspect no eyes on their little fortress. A plan has yet to be hatched by group's leader, Ranger K aka Kevin Barr. Cleaner Eddward Vincent a still unknown variable in motion, most likely retrieving resources from the sewer system.
"Other information insufficient to find clues of plan or if plan is in motion. Log end."