Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 - Page 99

fired, turning the whole thing around, telling the world that the real danger was in overzealous investigation of the crimes, that the real terrorists were in Washington, London and Moscow, and the whole thing was the inevitable consequence of trying to stop terrorist activity in the first place, and blah, blah, blah, fucking blah. The usual shit. 100 miles from Bullhead City. The cameras on the Interstate verified that some off-road trucks had passed it and the locals helped narrow the search down until we realised that they hadn’t just vanished, as we’d thought. The clever little bastards had almost certainly, they simply must have, well, gone to ground in an automated data centre. Well, screw that, we thought. We were gonna find those bastards and nail their asses to the wall - and we were going to do it right. Nobody was going to be able to complain about their human rights being violated or make out we’d mistreated anyone or been naughty or bad or “overzealous” and get them off this time. No way. No how. ADCs are a great place to hide - in theory. Internet companies use ‘em to house server farms and backups, they like desert locations ‘cause there’s plenty of solar power and it’s far away from anything that’s ever likely to be attacked, as well as most of the people liable to do the attacking. They’re pretty