The Helipad
The roof seems to have served as the staging area for a bunch of hobbyist drone flights; there are piles of smashed toy quadcopters littered by the access door, many apparently salvaged for replacement parts. Another message waits for you wedged in the middle of a stack of half-used construction kits, haphazardly resting on top of a spare parts bin full of malformed rotors.
Propellerheads
When I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up.