Rocco's phone rang just after picking up his oldest child Louie from soccer practice. His dash read, "Joe’s Plumbing.”

He thought they would never call again. How long had it been? Two, three, four months? That didn't matter now. Rocco tapped the ear icon on the phone control panel so his son couldn’t eavesdrop.

“Your services are required, Mr. Surelli.”

“Who is this?” Rocco asked.

“Dispatch,” the voice said. “You have twenty seconds to accept. I need a verbal answer.”

“Affirmative,” Rocco said.

“I will text you the details in Sandbox now. You need to respond within ten minutes.”

Without missing a beat, Rocco pulled over to the side of the highway. Rocco pulled out the burner smartphone he kept in his coat's inside pocket, tapped in the code, verified facial and thumb biometrics, then pulled up the app called Sandbox.

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The icon for this app looked like any normal game. It even had a splash screen that briefly showed a happy shovel and several bugs playing around the shovel. One of the bugs looked like a mean centipede. If it were real, it would surely sting Rocco. It was irrational, but Rocco got nervous just looking at that splash screen.

The main interface for Sandbox was visible now, and after a few taps, Rocco was at the message section. He tapped the message, and a thirty-second timer started counting backward.

Great, lots of words! Rocco thought.

Rocco was good at memorizing addresses, especially around Milford. He immediately recognized 3358 Lighthouse Drive. That was in the center of town. He tapped the accept button with just two seconds to spare.

Rocco was currently on the north side of the inlet that led into town. It was easily a ten-minute drive.

“Louie, I have a work emergency. Are you cool with hanging out at the coffee shop?”

“Whatever, Dad.”

“Thanks, Son. I will pick you up soon.”

Rocco pulled up at the Coffee Barn and handed Louie a twenty. Rocco drove another three blocks south, then parked the car in an unmarked spot off the main road.

Two minutes later, Rocco opened the door at the top suite at 3358 Lighthouse Drive and saw Ioann waiting for him.

“Joe’s Plumbing!”

“If the wind is brisk and the shade is dark, where do I go?”

“Icelandia,” Rocco said as he tossed Ioann the keys to his vehicle. Ioann nodded, then left. After a few minutes, Rocco left the scene.