University of Maryland Security Operations Center

The University of Maryland Security Operations Center is responsible for monitoring the near 500 cameras located inside and outside of academic buildings on and around the University of Maryland, College Park campus area. The core of the equipment used at the Security Operations Center is the vast array of closed-circuit video cameras that blanket the campus. These state-of-the-art cameras are able to pan and tilt 360 degrees and zoom long distances, and have a night-vision made that aids in nighttime viewing. Video from the cameras are recorded on Digital Video Recorders 24 hours a day and are available on demand.

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