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Jashen and Judith were both shocked  at the ruin of  an old man they saw through the one-way mirror. A survivor of the camps, he was missing his nose and his entire lower jaw. Still, when the unfortunate man saw the prisoner cuffed to his chair it took two burly Mossad agents  to  restrain the  Holocaust survivor  from assaulting him in a blood-blind rage. Neither Jashen nor Judith could stand to watch it any more. They turned away to face their own interrogator around their own table.

"Sir," asked Judith,  incredulously, "what  was the  meaning of that display? I'm a seren of the Tzahal. I bring in Doctor Josef Mengele, the  Angel of Death, and  you don't believe me?  Do you think that  I fabricated all this  supplementary documentation?" She gestured at all the paperwork arranged on the table.

"Documentation," Commander Gavish of Mossad snorted. He wasn't having any of  what  Judith  was feeding  him. "We were never properly briefed on  the last high profile Nazi  you brought in. You just appeared  in the middle of the night  on the front door of  the  old  Mossad  Headquarters  with  Horst  Wagner  and  no explanation  of  how  you  found him,  no  explanation  how  you captured  him, and  and no  explanation  how you  both ended  up there. How fortunate  for you the founding father  of our nation had a keen sense of the propaganda value of such a stunt."

"Yes sir, Commander Gavish," she said, "as I recall, I even got a  promotion after  the stunt.  The Prime  Minister is  also the Minister of Defense, after all, sir, even now."

"And do you imagine the PM will just walk in here  as a deus ex machina and allow you to carry off a repeat performance?"

"No sir. But as I  reported, I  had outside assistance  on both occasions." Her head inclined slightly toward Jashen.

"Certainly, but that brings  me to the  subject of  your friend with no papers.  You say he's an American. I  realize the United States was  well-disposed toward our  country during the  War of Independence but lately, with  Eisenhower in office, things have not seemed so good. And you, an Israeli army officer with one of the  highest security  clearances in  the country,  have clearly been in long-duration contact with foreigners of unknown status, possibly intelligence agents, without  declaring the contact and all relevant details through official means."

"Sir, please review the security  profile in my  service jacket once  more.  You  will  see  that  I  have  indeed  declared  my association with a group that calls itself the B'nei Elohim."