"Simple," spoke Isaballa. "There is this group called Illegal Stuff Ptd., a mysterious group founded by one Alto Ganze, who is also one of the technological brains of the new generation. They are mercenaries who have angered me," the woman had forgotten whether Alto had punched her or not; he probably did, "and thus they need to pay. Kidnap Alto, take him away from his people, and bring him to me."

"Let's just say I have [i]plans[/i] for him," she said, smiling in a way that drew attention to her sensual face and lips, and her voloptous figure.

"As for how to find him, consult the Yellow Pages; I'm sure he has an address somewhere in LA."