Down on the street Alex Bell circled the pole for the phone line. She looked around the street, double checking her map that this was definitely the right place. She looked at the house across the street, nodded, and took a device like an old rotary phone out of her bag. She affixed it to the side of the pole with a strap, then withdrew a length of rope that she looped through her tool belt and then around the pole. She grabbed a wire from the device, looped that over her shoulder, braced her boots against the pole, and began to work her way up to the lines themselves. 

It wasn't an easy climb, but when she made it to the top it offered a commanding view of the entire street. Which meant that everyone could see her, which meant she had to work quickly if she wanted to to do this before someone got curious and called the cops. She wasn't averse the the cops showing up eventually, but the service she rendered wasn't exactly conventional and they had a habit of completely misinterpreting the situation and jumping to conclusions when they saw a short, pudgy teenager screwing around on top of a poll, splicing something into the lines.

With that in mind she pulled out her tools and worked quickly.