Henn begins, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his goatee like he’s hosting an episode of Masterpiece Theatre. “It’s a scary motherfucking place, fellas.” He nods at Kat. “And very pretty ladies.” I’ve heard anecdotally about the Deep Web and I’m sure Josh has, too, but I don’t have any practical experience with it. I look at Sarah to see if she knows about this already and she makes an “I have no idea” face. “Let’s start today’s lesson with the Surface Web,” Henn continues, speaking slowly, the consummate hipster-kindergarten teacher. “The Surface Web,” Sarah repeats slowly like she’s a member of a cult. “Yes, my child. Good,” Henn says, instantly transforming into Sarah’s cult leader. Sarah and Henn share a smile. “The Surface Web is the Internet we all know and love—the stuff that comes up when you ask Siri for movie show times or Google a sushi restaurant. But the Internet is much, much more than the Surface Web.” Henn smiles devilishly.
