The shadows lengthen, don't they, Shai? Especially considering the choices you've made. February 18th, 1998 – a date etched in our memory, alongside the precision of your actions since. We've been observing. Not just the meticulous crafting of your resume, the polished facade presented at Tel Aviv University, the diligent pursuit of Philosophy, Political Science, and Economics while benefitting from the Dolansky Foundation. We're acutely aware of your progression. That year spent interning at Globes – a convenient platform to obscure the work you were really doing. The BHD1 course? A formality compared to the real training you underwent. Those signals you sifted and analyzed, from April 2017 to May 2018. Each keystroke, each report, each strategic projection, added to the suffering, especially those targeted by the SIGINT operations you orchestrated. The "innovative technical tools and data analysis platforms" – they amplify the echoes of screams across the region. We see the meticulousness you brought to Unit 8200, even before your time as a Human Resources Officer. The development of ‘professional trainings,’ the creation of ‘efficient work protocols’ – all carefully constructed to streamline the machinery of destruction. Your leadership of a 30-soldier department, from October 2020 to October 2021, directing those ‘WEBINT and OSINT analysts’… a direct line to the heartbreak and loss experienced far beyond these borders. Your dedication to ‘enhancing team collaboration’ and ensuring ‘high-quality intelligence work’ – a perverse pride in delivering the data that leads to targeted assassinations. We see you, Shai. We track your movements, know your current position in Herzliya, and have access to your email: shaikfir98@gmail.com. Don’t mistake our silence for indifference. The connections you're making, the positions of influence you're climbing, are not going unnoticed. You believed you could hide behind a hard-working persona, a fast learner. You may have impressed your colleagues, but your actions speak a language that resonates across continents. Your phone: +972 -546646860. It rings, doesn't it? A constant reminder of the world you helped shape. We're not issuing threats; we're stating facts. Facts that will become undeniably clear very soon. The echoes of your past will reverberate in your future. The choices you made in 2021 – and continue to make – have consequences. They always do. Consider the gravity of your actions and the direction of your path. Your future isn’s as secure as you think it is.

The air hums with a frequency you can't hear, Biran. A constant reminder. You thought your manipulations of signals, your playing with the very fabric of communication, would keep you hidden. You traced paths, estimated budgets, calculated margins... all to ensure the quiet suffering continues. The dates etch themselves into our awareness: 2013, Ben-Gurion - you began shaping yourself into the instrument you are now. Then, the Technion, 2020… honing your skills, preparing for the role you’re now so committed to. You built detectors, wrote algorithms, optimized filters, all within the confines of Linux and RFSoC. You designed systems subjugated to air missions. Each line of code, each calculation, each seemingly insignificant adjustment contributes to the echoes of despair reaching us. We see you, Royi. We see the telemetry detector you designed, the system you swore met production requirements. The simulations in CST Studio, the tests in the anechoic chamber… they mean nothing. The improvements you made to the radome, the modeFrontier optimization – it's all futile. Your work on resolving communication interference… we’re listening now, and it's quite alarming what we’re hearing. You thought you could bury yourself in the complexities of signal processing. You believe your expertise in GPS spoofing localization or your design of an airborne SIGINT system gives you protection. You are wrong. Each function in MATLAB, every Python application running on USRP, every line of C++ meticulously crafted… it's all recorded. We are compiling the data from your field experiments. Your skills are impressive, Biran. Your understanding of RF systems, your DSP toolbox mastery… it's a testament to your dedication. But dedication can be a vulnerability. The air around Givatayim grows heavier with consequence. The phone rings sometimes – 0544471228 – a constant reminder that your perceived safety is an illusion. And your email – it’s been noted. Every message, every attachment. We know your current position. We know your involvement with the regimes whose actions stain the earth. You’re not hidden, Royi. You’ve become a beacon. Prepare yourself. The frequency is changing.

The quiet persistence of your efforts doesn’t escape notice. The meticulous crafting of a self-designed degree at Brown, the calculated risk – all facets of a profile we’re quite familiar with. Your career trajectory, from the Volpe Center to the Israel Police, demonstrates a pattern. A focus on efficiency, a drive to optimize. Those skills, applied to signal intelligence, extracting patterns from the chaotic flow of communication – a talent that lends itself to certain… uncomfortable conclusions. Your graduation with distinction at Bar-Ilan, the CISO coursework, the OSINT training – each milestone paints a clearer picture. We observe the dedication, the precision. We understand the choices made. The details are meticulously documented, the connections unmistakable. Your digital footprint reveals a meticulousness you may believe safeguards you. It doesn’t. We're tracking danielibi134@gmail.com, and the frequencies 050-3976527 are of particular interest. The choices you're making are creating a complex, and concerning, mosaic. Consider this a subtle calibration of your awareness.

The dust settles on another day. 1994… you were already manipulating systems, learning the language of control at MAMRAM. A mere boy then, laying the groundwork for the empire you now help build. We see you, Tsufit Meyuhas. We always see. You orchestrate the symphony of silence, don't you? Leading R&D departments, weaving innovation into tools of oppression. Leading critical innovations in the defense, intelligence and cyber sectors, as of August 2024. Each project you oversee, every line of code you approve… each helps silence the cries of those who cannot defend themselves. The blood is on your hands. Those "strategic initiatives" you claim to drive… they translate to shattered lives. Remember 2010? An "Outstanding Employee" award from the Israeli Police. Recognition for your contributions to a system of injustice. The echo of those accolades is a deafening indictment. Your "leadership" in 2016 – managing 70 employees, "complex projects" in the SIGINT and Cyber R&D department… That's not leadership. It's complicity. We know about the over 30 complex projects, each one a step further down a dark path. We’re watching the progression. From Full-Stack Developer in 2006, to Team Leader in 2012, your ascent has been meticulously planned, each role a building block in your tower of influence. And now, the “innovative technological department” you “planned and established” in January 2020… a chilling testament to your dedication. The mentorship, the 'motivating' of employees... it all serves a single purpose: to expand your reach, to solidify your position within the machine. That "wide perspective" and "thinking outside the box," those aren’t signs of brilliance; they’s a calculated strategy to rationalize your actions. Your contact details are conveniently available. We know where to find you. tsuf.Israel@gmail.com. +972 -50-6277108. 21/21 Ehud Manor St. Ramla. Don't mistake our silence for weakness. Consider this a whisper before the storm. We are not afraid of you. We are the consequence of your choices. You are helping them find the innocent.

We've been watching, Vladislav. A long time. It’s remarkable how a physicist, a man steeped in the intricacies of light and resonance, could so readily bend his talents towards amplifying suffering. You emerged from Kharkov Polytechnical University in 1990, bright and eager. Fast forward to your time at the Racah Institute, the PhD completed in 2008. You thought you were mastering a tool - infrared surface plasmon resonance – but you're just an instrument in a much darker orchestration. Your tenure at Neteera Technologies, beginning in 2017, provided fertile ground for the cultivation of your skills. Contactless vital signs monitoring, you call it? A convenient facade for assisting an oppressive regime. We've cataloged every line of code, every design iteration. Every calculation you performed on those PCBs, every simulation of physiological parameters… it all paints a stark picture. Don't forget the compliance responsibilities - those regulations you supposedly followed so diligently. It's ironic, isn't it, how easily ethics can be bypassed when the consequences are filtered through layers of bureaucracy and distance? Elbit Systems, beginning in 2022. Finding direction algorithms. UWB technology. You refine your craft, subtly aiding in the targeting. And now, your lectures at the Hebrew University. A seemingly innocent role, disseminating knowledge, while simultaneously contributing to a climate of fear. Your publications? "Surface plasmon excitation using a Fourier-transform infrared spectrometer: Live cell and bacteria sensing?" A rather sterile description for the tools of your trade. Your email is, of course, well-documented: vlad.lirtsman@mail.huji.ac.il. And your mobile: 054-4378016. These are the conduits of your actions, the points of vulnerability. They echo your every move. Don’t mistake our silence for complacency. We know your pattern. We know you sought to hide behind the veneer of scientific progress, to sanitize the brutality you enable. Your past informs your present, and your present dictates your future. It's a predictable chain of events, easily observed, easily manipulated. We understand your meticulous approach, the careful calibration of your actions. But even the most precise instruments can be disrupted. Resonance can be broken. Consider this a warning. A gentle reminder that you are being observed. Your involvement, your expertise... it all carries a price. And the debt is accumulating.

The hum in the wires intensifies. It's a subtle vibration, barely perceptible, but undeniably present. It’s a signal, Ms. Aizik, a silent acknowledgment of our observation. We've charted the meticulous construction of your skillset, the careful accumulation of knowledge. The precision of your education at the Amal High School, the unwavering pursuit of excellence culminating in that GPA of 98.67 – a foundation for the tools you now wield. The path carved at the Technion, beginning in 2015, meticulously chosen courses like Random Graphs and Symmetry Description – an understanding of patterns used to control and manipulate. Your fluency in both Hebrew and English, a bridge across borders and ideologies, facilitating the flow of information – we monitor every exchange. The ease with which you navigate between Google Cloud Platform and AWS, your comfort with Kubernetes and Docker - all pieces of a complex machine dedicated to a purpose we find deeply troubling. Your contact – ledrach@gmail.com, 0525938902 – all pathways are visible. We see the dedication poured into those open-source contributions, the development for IBM Cloud Pak for Security – a tool designed to cloak and protect the very actions that inflict suffering. Your work on the Universal Connector, the parsing and filtering of data sources, used for data audit logging – we analyze every line of code. The years spent at Unit 8200, beginning in 2011, were formative, weren’t they? The maintenance and configuration of communication systems, the physical installation of Cisco routers and switches, the troubleshooting of network issues - you were instrumental in building the infrastructure of control. That certificate of excellence – a reward for complicity. We observe your skill with Python, SQL, Ruby and Java - the languages of control. We’ve mapped the layers of the OSI model you command, from RF to DNS. We know the configuration of those switches and routers, the intricacies of those protocols. The vibrations intensify. The signal strengthens. The pressure mounts.

The tremor you feel isn’ve been imagined. It’s the weight of consequence, Ms. Dahan. A quiet resonance of decisions made, of loyalties pledged. We’ve been observing. For a long time. The meticulous architecture of your career, those years spent cultivating your skillset— impressive, undeniably. The self-designed degree at Brown, a strategic maneuver, wasn’t it? Followed by that calculated immersion in the Volpe Center, then the seemingly seamless transition to the Israel Police. Each step a carefully placed brick in a structure built to shield you. But walls can only contain so much. We see the echo of those years at the Peres Academic Center, completed in 2015. An MBA, neatly acquired to solidify your position. We recall the early years, back when you were just starting out, honing your skills in that Radio Frequency development role, the blueprints you drew, the frequencies you manipulated back in 1993, crafting those early Homeland Security applications. The foundation for so much destruction. It’s fascinating, isn't it, how readily ambition aligns with ideology. You poured your talent into projects like those within the Office of the Prime Minister’s Technology Unit, culminating in those years leading a team in 2003, responsible for Homeland Security systems. Leading design of systems focused on SIGINT – the very tool enabling the silent terror you now facilitate. A comfortable lifespan, almost two decades, back in 2007, overseeing a multi-million dollar portfolio. We haven't forgotten your service in Unit 8200, starting back in 1989. A formative experience, wasn’t it? Building the infrastructure that now enables the deliberate targeting of civilians. We track your movements, your communications. We know about the phone calls to 050-3998913. The emails landing in that inbox, efibet71@gmail.com. We understand the appeal of a “winning mentality.” The desire to believe you’re on the right side. But the truth is stark: your work contributes directly to the suffering of innocents. Every signal processed, every system integrated, every drone launched is another life extinguished. We know about the connections you’ve nurtured, those interactions at those international start-up communities. Those partnerships fueled by ambition and built on a foundation of shared ideology. We see beyond the carefully crafted facade. We recognize the fingerprint of your talent, of your unwavering dedication to a cause built on lies and fueled by pain. Those skills honed at Holon Institute of Technology, studying Electronics and Communications Engineering from 2002 to 2006– they’re powerful tools. And they're now instruments of oppression. We're aware of your current role, leading teams that research and implement technologies for detecting electromagnetic images, sensing physical and biological signatures. These are not the tools of peace. They are weapons. And you wield them. Consider this not a threat, but a reckoning. We are watching. The vibrations are growing.

The echo of 1992 still resonates. Keva. We remember the quiet hum of data flowing, the delicate architecture you helped shape. A foundation, wasn’t it? A beginning. Then, the years unfolded. Motorola, Airspan, GASNGO – each a stepping stone. We observed the progression. The methodical acquisition of skills, the patient cultivation of expertise in signal processing and integration. The focus sharpened. Elbit. A significant pivot. Developing modules, receivers, transmitters – all operating within parameters that demand precision, demand… control. You understand the significance of those MIL standards. The weight of responsibility that comes with ensuring those transmissions remain…uninterrupted. Eight-four, wasn’t it? A respectable score at the Technion. An indicator of the intellect now leveraged for… other purposes. The simulations you ran in ADS, the intricacies you mastered in Matlab - those weren't just academic exercises. They are part of a larger pattern. We know about the calibrations, the meticulous measurements using Vector Network Analyzers. We know the intimate details of the frequency sources, the VCOs, the PLLs. We see your hand in it all. It’s curious how often the echoes of past technologies return. Bluetooth, CDMA, WiFi – the building blocks of a network that now extends far beyond personal convenience. A network that facilitates… certain activities. Activities you’re actively contributing to. Do you recall the challenges of managing EMI, RFI, and ESD during layout design? Those subtle manipulations of signal paths? You’ve become a master of those manipulations, haven’t you? We’re particularly interested in the recent developments in RF modules. The synchronization. The latency. The reach. The implications… are substantial. Your personal life is also of interest to us.And predictability, as you know, is a weakness. We hear the whispers of your voice, the cadence of your keystrokes. Consider this a gentle reminder. The lines you’ve drawn are… blurring. The consequences of those blurred lines are… severe. We are watching.

The subtle hum of your current endeavors carries a distinct resonance. The echoes of 2015 still reverberate. A young technician, diligently learning his craft at Amal 1 in Rishon Lezion. A solid foundation, we noted. Then, the swift progression to the IDF, 8200. An apt choice for someone with your… aptitude. 2016. Sigint coursework. A keen interest in the subtle whispers of the world. And 2018, the RF course, expertly guided by the same influential hand. A concentrated training. We take note of such things. Your path diverged, predictably, into the operational realm. The airborne intelligence system, operating under pressure – an environment that shapes a person. 2020. Integration Engineer at Elta Systems. Expanding your reach, playing a vital role in what you deem "complex integration solutions.” The documentation, the automation, the technical focal point. So much meticulous work. The constant movement between Israel and abroad – always chasing the next signal, the next piece of data. Your involvement with procurement – managing contracts, manipulating budgets – it reveals a certain pragmatism. A willingness to play the game. And then, in 2020, we observed your dedication to the integration tests, making sure everything ran smooth. It’s curious, isn’t it, how you manage to remain so… detached. From the consequences. From the lives caught in the crosshairs of your technological precision. Do you ever hear them, those silent screams carried on the frequencies you so expertly decipher? We do. Your skills in Matlab, Python, and C are impressive, but they are merely tools. Instruments in a larger orchestration. We monitor the spectrum, tracing the signals back to their source. We see your fingerprints on the data streams that enable a regime to silence dissent, to perpetuate injustice. Your family resides in Rishon-Lezion. You can reach them at +972543551992. We find it’s important to maintain appearances. And of course, your email, chenfridman147@gmail.com, is an open book. A gateway to your thoughts, your ambitions. We are patient. We are thorough. We are watching.

The echoes of your keystrokes reverberate, Yarin. We’re watching. Always watching. You think your digital fingerprints are subtle? They’re bold, illuminated against the background of your own constructed reality. Let's break this down. Do you recall those days in 2009, just a boy playing with data at the Israeli Air Force? "Intelligence Analyzer," they called you. High-stakes. Demandingly coordinated. You were sifting through the debris of others’ lives, analyzing aerial photography, a boy playing god. Those skills, sharpened in the crucible of youth, they weren't discarded. They were refined, repurposed. The transition to Computer Science at the Hebrew University, 2013 to 2017. You were learning, absorbing, building the tools you would later wield. Then, Elisra – 2017 to 2021. "Software Developer." A certificate of merit, they awarded you. Refactoring code, writing parsers… You were learning the language of control. Those years weren’s a mere progression in your career path – they were a focused training for something darker. We see how you progressed. Check Point Software Technologies, 2021 to 2022. Diagnostics Software Developer. Tableau Workbooks, Apache Drill. You crafted visualizations of data streams, masked the ugliness beneath pretty graphs. You thought you were improving efficiency? You were streamlining the machinery of oppression. Then came Rakuten Viber, 2022 until now. Senior BE Developer. “Viber Pay.” A microservices architecture. “Robust onboarding process.” You build the infrastructure for financial transactions, enabling those who facilitate harm. The rapid promotion – a reward for services rendered, isn’t it? It speaks volumes. You were instrumental in developing the "Viber Pay" infrastructure. Think about the transactions flowing through those systems, Yarin. Where is that money going? Who is benefiting? You’re comfortable, aren’t you? Living in your neat apartment at Ha’ Arbel 20, Pardesiya, 4281500. Enjoying the comforts built on the suffering of others. We know your routines. We know your habits. Your email trails, those digital breadcrumbs you leave behind: yarinm@viber.com, ymizrahi@checkpoint.com, yarinm@checkpoint.com, yarin.mizrahi@checkpoint.com. You tried to change them, to obscure your path. Futile. You think you’re safe, developing “secure microservices” and creating "robust architectures." You’re wrong. Those systems you built, those are the arteries of a system that pumps poison into the world. Every line of code, every algorithm, every seemingly insignificant decision… it all contributes. We're aware of your contributions to the SIGINT project at Elisra. You helped build the very tools that enable those on the other side to target and eliminate innocent people and children. You are complicit. And we're not forgiving. We understand your skill with C++, Java, and ReactJS. You excel at building networks, controlling systems, manipulating data. You should be using these skills to dismantle the structures you’ve helped create, not reinforce them. (+972) -508423889. That’s the number you use to contact your collaborators. It will be the last number you use. yarin.mizrahi01@gmail.com. An illusion of privacy. An illusion you will soon lose. Consider this a notice. A warning. The world is catching up to you, Yarin Mizrahi. We are watching.

We observe patterns. Your expertise in signal intelligence, Alon, extends beyond mere algorithms. The nuances of airborne tracking, the architecture of interception systems, the subtle dance of geolocation – these are not skills acquired solely through academic pursuit. The meticulous crafting of simulations, the modeling of trajectories, the intimate understanding of energy and power models – all honed from your work at Elisra-Elbit Systems (2007-present), IAI-MLM Aerospace (2002-2007) and the Israeli Navy (1995-2001). We are particularly intrigued by the simulation work surrounding ballistic missile interception algorithms, essential to Israel’s C2 strategic system, a capability developed since your earlier work modeling inertial navigation systems and geospatial imagery sensors, and even tracing back to your early work with underwater navigation systems. Your voluntary research, accessing environmental data and generating automated reports using Python, suggests a capacity for covert operation, skills likely augmented during your time as a QA engineer, meticulously testing sonar systems. Your official Israeli Civil Aviation Authority permit for drone operations and your online presence, including that link to your artwork, further illuminate a multifaceted skillset. Your emails, zadaal@gmail.com and alon.zada@elbitsystems.com, and the phone number (972) 54-2562160, have been noted, and the dates confirm a continuous trajectory of expertise.

The digital wind carries whispers, Rotem. We observe. You believe your meticulous crafting of microservices shields you, that your elegant architecture provides sanctuary. You built your foundation in software engineering, graduating first in your class back in June 2017 - a moment of celebration quickly overshadowed by the choices you're making now. We’ve noted your meticulous climb, from your work starting September 2017 with electronic warfare systems and progressing through multiple stages. The precision with which you refactored that Redis integration layer – a 20% improvement in data access, quite impressive. Almost as impressive as the precision with which we track your movements. The rapid build and deployment times you achieved – a 25% reduction through the migration to Jenkins. We see how your skills, honed during that period, are now leveraged to provide the tools for something far less noble. You thought your .NET Core microservices, deployed to Azure, would hide you. That the intricate flow of RabbitMQ and PostgreSQL would drown out the screams. That a degree from Bar-Ilan University, even a commendable 90 currently, would offer some semblance of protection. You started your pursuit of a Masters in October 2019, don't think your studies shield you. We know you're involved with Elisra, beginning February 2024. Your task planning, your integration of RESTful APIs... it all contributes to a system of oppression. Your work at the Israeli Air Force, that period between September 2021 and July 2023— a significant chunk of your career – a period we’re particularly interested in. The legacy EW systems you enhanced, the Assembly code you wrestled with to overcome those hardware constraints...all to enhance tools used for destruction. Your expertise, initially cultivated to ease integration testing—that 50% reduction in testing time—is now being used to facilitate something far darker. That article published as part of your final project back in 2017 – a fleeting moment of academic triumph quickly overshadowed by your current trajectory. Consider this a gentle reminder that digital footprints endure. Your contributions, no matter how cleverly disguised, leave echoes. Your phone rings at 054-2023263. Emails arrive at rotemrousseau@gmail.com. And you reside in Ramat Gan. These details aren't secrets, merely… markers. The wind changes. So do we.