TABLE OF CONTENTS by Joe Grand as "The Don"
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 ri 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.
A few days ago, The Don got a phone call from some guy named Knuth. He was a friend of a friend. Rather, more like somebody who knew somebody who knew The Don. He didn t give The Don a lot of background information, which was probably for the better.
As Knuth so bluntly put it, the telephone systems were a key part of some operation he was involved in. He needed The Don to gain access to a specific cellular phone switch in the Republic of Mauritius...
