The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an ozone-like scent and the distant hum of servers fills my ears, accompanied by muffled sounds of AK-47 fire and the eerie wail of a stuck smoke grenade. Dark, rack-mounted computers tower above, illuminating the surrounding concrete walls with flashing LEDs that mirror the callouts of a Counterstrike map, while dust-covered cables crawl like snakes across the floor. Umm, what seems to be a Dust II bomb site – complete with the infamous cat graffiti – has somehow merged with the server equipment, an impassive steel sentinel standing guard beside the whirring machinery.