It was a typical evening out in the UK. Josef shuffled about in the city streets, wandering, searching. Mahmoud had promised a good sum of money for the wherebouts of his most recent target. Josef couldn't see what the worth of a thief was, even if he had powers; it wasnt like he could accomplish anything that Mahmoud's trained men couldn't. None the less, it wasn't like he was complaining, time away from Moscow was a welcome change, even if it was just an exchange for another dreary land with bad weather. As he treked about, the russian picked up on something. Sounds, voices, and Josef was quick to investigate. At first, it didnt look like much. They were children, but the exhange between the hostile boy and the small girls caught his attention. Josef picked up his phone and dialed his boss and spoke up in Persian. "Mahmoud... man pidakradam chiz..."

[h1]Alessandra Guillory[/h1] 

Alessa sighed as she was making her way to the airport. Her last few hours in NYC until she devoted herself to digging up ammonites in the mountains. Sharks and mollusks would be her new friends for the next two months. Alessa wasn't too excited for that southern weather; sticky, sunbaked days spent in the field and cold nights in a tent city. 

Alessa shook her head, "No, no, I should be happy. This is my first time in the field...this is good!" She spoke up to herself, clenched fists close to her body as she trotted down the pathways. Central Park, a good place to spend her last few moments in her hometown. She had a great deal of memories here.

"Maybe I should have spent more time out of the city," Alessa uttered to herself, as she took a seat on a park bench, thinking about how much she hated hiking outings back in Languedoc, when her mother wanted to go see the old country. "Ah mon deiu, how am I going to survive in a mountain range if I can't even handle Alès". Alessa rested her head on a hand, watching the old folks feed the birds. She liked the birds.