“So, Mr. Bond,” said Julian Assange, stroking his white cat,“How do you like the new headquarters of G.H.O.S.T.?”
Bond didn’t like the subterranean lair of the Great Hosting Of Secret Transcripts at all, and he liked the Uzi-toting, jumpsuit-wearing guards and the huge silent henchman even less. He only hoped that Kissy Golightly, the girl who’d helped him out, had gotten his message out to M in time.
Does it have air ducts you can crawl in, bikini bimbo room, shark pool and an obvious, easily accessed self-destruct button?
It’s not an evil villain lair without any of those.
pfft everyone knows the up and coming supervillans are going retro with skull volcano islands. Free geothermal energy, isolation and really low property taxes.
Whoever wrote that story does not know what they are talking about. The physical location (and physical security) of the servers is not relevant to their vulnerability to denial of service attacks, which are made over the web itself.