[h1]Mahmoud Nobakht[/h1]
The fine smell of high class wines filled Mahmoud's nose as he took a long sip. Looking out, he glanced upon the dark waves, his private plane just out from Moscow. The UK was not familiar territory to Mahmoud, but this was not an oppourtunity he wanted to pass up. Josef's report sounded too good to be true. Soon he would be in Oxford, and closer to others that clould be of use to him. 

[h1]Alessandra Guillory[/h1]
Alessa stiffened up in surprise when a voice interuped her bird gazing. "Oh! Don't mind me, monseur; I wanted to take in the scenery...I'm leaving soon...and this is the last time I'll see old central park in a long time." she explained with a smile to the elderly man across from her. "I'm just here to watch; I just wanted to see the city and its life one last time before I fly out to North Carolina" 

She glanced at her watch, still plenty of time before she had to catch her flight. She might as well be friendly for a while. "I'm Alessandra, but you can call me Alessa if you want"