"Come on, come on....." Rebbecah was getting desperate. The hack she had just run via MOSSAD's central computer was both highly illegal and against Israeli government policy and she was impatiently waiting for the back-trail to finish wiping itself. Not that the illegality nor government policy were the reasons for her desperation. No, that was caused by the sun sinking rapidly towards the Mediterranean sea. Friday night in Tel Aviv was not a good time and place to be for a good Jewish girl.<br/><br/>If she left within the next five minutes, she could still make it home before Shabbat. Her boss, Moise, wandered past. "Good Shabbat, Rebbecah, you need to leave."<br/><br/>"Good Shabbat, sir. I will, in two minutes..." The computer beeped. The trace wipe was complete. Thank God. She powered the machine off and jumped up, grabbed her coat, head scarf and bag and raced to the car park. Friday evening traffic was bad as usual, but she had time.<br/><br/>On the drive, she pondered what she had inadvertently learned that day. How could it have happened? Well, the trail was there, once she looked for it, and it pointed to either incompetence or corruption at the very highest levels of both the Israeli military and that of her biggest ally. Should she tell someone?<em>Could</em>she tell someone? She figured she was probably in danger, certainly if anyone out there knew what she knew and knew<em>that</em>she knew. Anyone she told would be in equal danger...<br/><br/>Of course, she was an Israeli. Her whole existence was one of permanent danger. Israel's enemies would never stop until the nation was wiped from the map, and that meant a constant fight for existence. Rebbecah was no stranger to danger. But she was an analyst, not a field agent. She knew she would have to tell someone.<br/><br/>As she pulled into the parking garage, just as the sun disappeared below the Western horizon and Shabbat began, she made her mind up. She kissed her fingers and touched the mezuzah on the door jamb as she entered the apartment, humming softly to herself. "Peace unto you, ministering angels, messengers of the Most High, of the supreme King of kings, the Holy One, blessed be He..."<br/><br/>She raced upstairs, washed her self and lit the candles. She was not the only Jew celebrating Shabbat alone this night, but it certainly felt like it.