Kusomaki and Tiffany were in the air. They had taken one of Stalin's many planes and had taken off about two hours ago. It would be about another hour before they touched down in Mexico. Their only problem was where they would land.

Kusomaki turned around and looked about the plane. It was fairly empty except for two crates in the back. He hardly gave them notice. Then he thought he saw something move ever so slightly. He signaled to Tiffany that there was something in the back and he was going to check it out.

He got out of his seat and unsheathed his katana, holding the blade like a ninja. Slowly, he moved towards the crate. When he got there, a lady popped up pointing a .44 magnum at him.

"Who are you?" asked Kusomaki.

"Put your sword away and I'll tell you," said the lady.

"Only if you also put your gun away," replied Kusomaki. She nodded in agreement. Watching each other closely, they each put their weapons away slowly. When he felt a little more secure with the situation Kusomaki asked her who she was again.

"My name is Bella Donna," she replied. "I'm with Interpol. I've been tailing Roberto Stalin for two years now. And I've been tailing you since you left China Mr. Kusomaki. I'd like to help you. Stalin must be stopped."

Kusomaki thought for a while. "The more people we have to help will make it that much easier to beat him."

"I'll take that as a yes," said Bella. Kusomaki made his way back to the co-pilot's chair and Bella sat in the navigator's chair.

Time passed fast and before they knew it, they landed outside of Acapulco. "There was a lead that one of Stalin's associates was currently residing in Mexico," said Bella. "Unfortunately, that's all the Interpol informants were able to tell us."

Kusomaki and Tiffany looked at each other. It looked like they'd have to do this the hard way. Too bad they didn't know how close to Stalin they were.