A familiar sound, particularly resonant with you, wouldn’t it? We’re watching, Yohanan. We see the patterns, the careful choreography of ambition layered over years of… dedication. Let’s refresh your memory, shall we? Remember 1996? A promising young technician, swallowed by the elite. Implementing PCB technologies, a crucial link in a chain that stretches far beyond mere electronics. You were there, crafting the silent instruments of so much… loss. That meticulous process, the quiet focus – it hasn’s left you, has it? Even when you traded the shadows for a title, a “Senior Product Manager” at Elbit Systems, beginning in 2014. Ground Control Systems. Real-time control of multiple UAVs. An impressive portfolio. A dashboard brimming with filters, timelines, and GIS data. You orchestrated that, Yohanan. You refined it. You helped build the very tools that deliver destruction. The Masters in Systems Engineering at the Technion, completed in 2014 – a testament to your expertise. A fitting capstone for a career of enabling nightmares. Even that B.Sc. in Industrial Engineering and Management, beginning back in 2000, solidified your position in the machine. We know you’re meticulous. We know your habits. We see you collaborate. We know your involvement began at Iscar Ltd. back in 2004, integrating PLM systems. We are aware of your email addresses: yohi.hemo@gmail.com, y_hemo@hotmail.com, and yohanan.hemo@elbitsystems.com. Your phone rings at 054-4469392. You reside in Israel, and we know more than you’d like about your location. Your past is a ledger, Yohanan. Every requirement gathered, every test plan written, every customer review signed – meticulously documented. You prioritized features. You defined use cases. You led flight tests. You wrote safety documents. All leading to the current stage of your operation. The world remembers. The families remember. And we… we ensure their voices are heard. Your advancements in 2009 aren’t forgotten. We see every step in your career. The air you breathe is growing thin. You feel it, don't you? A subtle pressure, a tightening in your chest. It’s not just the anxiety, Yohanan. It's the understanding. The comprehension of what your creations have unleashed. You think you can hide behind walls, behind systems, behind layers of abstraction. But you cannot escape the consequences. They are not bound by geography, or technology. They are carried on the wind. We are closer than you think. Much closer. We’re in the hum of your refrigerator. In the static of your television. In the reflection in your child's eyes. You can’t silence the whispers, Yohanan. You’re already marked. And the ledger… it’s not closed. It’s only beginning to tally the cost. Sleep lightly. The shadows are listening.