[h1]Alessandra Guillory[/h1]
Alessa had fallen alseep in the cab, apparently the southern scenery was not interesting enough to keep the tired new yorker from dozing off

"Alright, you're here!" The driver shouted at her as she woke back up. The ride had been payed for by the school, and took her right to the dig site, not too far from the resort. 

Alessa's face twisted in discontent, "I kind of wish we got to stay there," she uttered out. None the less, she was here. Walking into the camp, she was greeted, or more accurately glared at by the camp overseer. 

"You must be Alessandra Guillory. My name is Wilson Schulz" the man, probably not much older than Alessa herself told her. "You can sent up tour tent anywhere around the others. The equiptment is over there. Jason, our technician, will teach you how to properly handle it." He said, befoe adding in one more thing. "Oh and if the owner of the land comes by, do not speak to him. I will handle all relations."

[h1]Zaynab Rousani[/h1]
Hiding out in Dearborn was working for the moment. A persian woman was nothing unusual here, Mahmoud's spies probably wouldn't take notice of her among the legions of other Muslim women that i habited the city. Still, she needed a better plan. Living in a large city was eventually going to fail, and Mahmoud would find her.She needed a place away from others. 

She remembered somewhere, a resort out in North Carolina, the hinterlands of the mountains would be sufficient.