Chapter 5: For Whom Ma Bell Tolls

by Joe Grand as "The Don"

Overview

The sun had already sunk beyond the harbor as Don Crotcho woke up. He neither noticed nor cared. It had been a little more than a year since his flight from Boston after a successful theft of the United States next -generation stealth landmine prototype, and he had been enjoying his self-prescribed seclusion in this land of fire and ice

Between the wonders of volcanic activity, the lush, moss-covered fields, beautiful countryside, and seductive nightlife, what was there not to like about Iceland? It was a nice change from the urban concrete playground and he was glad to get away.

Don Crotcho, affectionately called The Don by his associates , had become a local in his neighborhood of Nor °urm ½ri in the city of Reykjav ­k. By word of mouth, his skills as a phone phreak were respected and feared by the underground world of computer misfits and organized (and not-so-organized) criminal enterprises , reaching far and wide.