The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkened server racks tower above, their humming machinery filling the air with an electric whine, and a scent like ozone and burned circuit boards. Umm, a cold, dry breeze circulates through the narrow aisles, illuminated by the flickering LED indicators that light up the racks. As if pulled from the CS:GO map itself, the bomb sites have somehow materialized here – a graffiti-covered wall from Dust II, the crates from Nuke, and the bombed-out taxi from Inferno. Like it's waiting to be defused, a glowing, wire-wrapped bomb sits on a steel workbench.