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he asked about your name. I
tried to discourage him. You two have no time for distractions. Something is
brewing. I can feel it."
    "Was he trained like me?"
    "Not really. He has been working for Mossad under my
direct tutelage. Like you, he is being groomed, but by a more traditional
approach, up through the ranks and in the field. There is one more thing. You
must not tell Yochana that you have seen him or me. This is 'need to
know′. I am ordering you as your superior outside your chain of command.
Rest assured she will know of this soon enough."
    "It's all good," Kefira replied, raising a dark
eyebrow, removing her military shirt, and exposing her exercise practice suit
as she started to move in preparation for her Capoeira demonstration.
    She stood in the center of the auditorium as the twenty
filed in from other seminars. Though much older, she was the twenty-first, the
one they knew of only as the spear. However, this group did not yet know of her
identity, as she had been a distant leader. This was the first time she would
admit her previously clandestine leadership role. Their training had centered
on protecting Israel since childhood. They were undercover warriors. Mossad
would use them in any country in the world where Israel was threatened. When
the room was full, the African drums started. Someone in the back whistled, but
Sam hushed that reaction.
    The drums beat. She moved, arching and twisting as if in
competition with someone in front of her. A mirror at the back of the stage
reflected her movements. The faster the drums rolled, the more fluid her
movements. It stopped as quickly as it started. Kefira's skin shone, but she
had not broken a sweat despite twenty solid minutes of workout.
    The lights went up. "So, what do you think?" asked
Sam to the twenty.
    There were no takers. No one answered, but three young men
in the back row snickered and the young woman to the left of them joined in.
    "Unlike you people to mock," admonished Sam.
"The four of you in the back, please come down to the stage."
    They looked at each other, got up, and strutted down the
middle aisle.
    "Perhaps we should start with introductions: Kefira,
would you care to introduce the topic of the day?"
    "Today is an object lesson in appearance. For your
information, I am the spear."
    "Impossible, you are a goy and a woman,"
spurted the most vocal of the group on the stage with her.
    Kefira motioned to him and the others with an extended
finger. The music started again. She flexed, bent, arched, jumped, and made
gestures at her opponents, but they had not yet realized her disguised
threatening pose. Three flips head over heels landed her at the feet of the
most aggressive young man. A second turn, at blinding speed, executed into an
arch that caught him unawares and knocked him to the ground, unconscious. The
other three now grew more uncertain. She continued to spin in arching upper and
lower movements. The other three spread out and all took on defensive poses.
Now they understood. All three attacked at once. Her body now glistening,
Kefira took down the three attackers in under thirty seconds. The drums
stopped.
    "Their arrogance defeated them. Appearances can be
deceiving," stated Kefira to the astonished group.
    Sam doused the young people on the floor with water.
    "Capoeira holds the day. Brazilians developed it to use
against the Portuguese Conquistadors. It is a survivalist martial art. At that
time, groups of African slaves escaped to the jungle. After some time fending
for themselves, the freedmen discovered the advantage of getting together to
establish quilombos , primitive settlements, in far and hard to reach
places. Starting humbly, some quilombos eventually developed, attracting
more runaway slaves, Brazilian natives, and even Europeans escaping the law or
Catholic extremism. In some instances, quilombos became independent,
multi-ethnic states. Everyday life in a quilombo offered freedom and the
opportunity to rescue traditional