Sharon, Heather, Rusty and Mark are the good guys, and the balance of the cast are the bad guys.  In this secret agent yarn, the lousy sound keeps the story a secret, so the good gals keep having sex with the bad guys just so the screen will be filled with something for an hour and a quarter.  Throw in some boy-boy action (not too much) and a line or two or dialogue that sounds like "secret message" and "self-destruct."

Sharon Mitchell contributes some plusses to this minor opus.  Only her staunchest fans will be impressed.  I'm afraid top honors go to the stuffed cat.  He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.