The crackle of a police radio spewed an indiscernible line of code, which sounded to be originating from a maintenance room on the roof. Slowly I opened the door which led into a dark electrical closet where on a desk remained a dispatch radio and computer, broadcasting unencrypted chatter flowing over an emergency airwave. I listened to the rambling for a few minutes, but couldn't decipher much as it was mostly all coded speak.