[h1]Mahmoud Nobakht[/h1]
The men had been caught off guard when the blast of noxious gas began to disperse thoughout the house, each man clearing out violently to avoid being suffocated by the thick cloud wafting out. 

"Do you think Mahmoud got cought in that?" On man asked another in a mix of shock, concern and curiosity. 

"Almost certainly." the other replied, eyes fixated on the smokey structure. "It's hard to think even he could last in something like that...Never in my days did I think some punk kids would be able to take him out l-"

The conversation was interupted by the sudden shower of burning wall chunks, a puff of gas exiting out along with the foot that kicked a hole though the incinerated wall. 

"Mahmoud? But, how-"

Mahmoud brushed his clothes off and started breathing deeply once he had pushed the other men out of his way. "Nevermind, where are the targets?" 

"We lost track of them as the smoke began filling, sir"

Mahoud shouted to himself in Persian before turning to coldly speak to the current leader of his small group. "Find them at all costs; use as much force as necessary to subdue them."

[h1]Alessandra Guillory[/h1]
Flying was boring.

Alessa fiddled with the small bag of trail mix she had been given. Trying to find a way to seal it back up when she was done with her handful. Dumb, yes, but something needed to keep her mind busy. 

[i]It shouldn't be much longer. Soon I'll be in the NC mountains digging up trilobites and ancient snails.[/i]

She closed her eyes and waited for the plane to land, and for her ride out to the Dark Ridge site to get her. 

This was going to be a good experience, she could just feel it.