Here we see a man. Government agent Bill Wilson, nickname "CIA". He's here to collect a prize. His legs spread apart as if to project power, he's the very picture of self assurance, nothing can go wrong, he's in charge here. But what Bill doesn't know is that his prize, one Russian physicist doctor Pavelheer, wasn't alone. And just who it was that was trying to grab his prize will teach him that you can't always judge a hired gun by their loyalty, and things that can't be happening, sometimes are. The flightplan lists me, my men, doctor Pavel here… and mystery. For our flight into, the Twilight Zone.