Episode 15 Harts And Secrets Part 1

Edwards House In Washington

One night at Steven Edwards' home, the telephone rings. It's after midnight. Steven, who is dressed in his pajamas and robe, is making his way down the stairs. He starts to walk into the living room.

"I'll answer the telephone, Walter," Steven shouts out, walking over to a table where a telephone is placed. He picks up the receiver and answers. "Hello, this is Steven Edwards speaking." He listens to the caller on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Steven," a man replies. There is a tone of seriousness in his voice. "Are you alone?"

Steven has a look of concern on his face after recognizing the voice. He senses something urgent is about to be brought to his attention.

"Yes, Wainwright. Walter is asleep. What's wrong?" Steven asks, dreading the news Wainwright is about to break to him.

"I know you retired from the CIA, but you are going to have to come out of retirement just for a while."

"Oh, we've been through this discussion before. I'm done working for the agency," Steven replies with annoyance. "You'll just have to find someone else for the assignment."

"Steven, three of our agents, have already been killed. You were one of the best. We need someone with your intelligence and years of experience working for us again," Wainwright tells him, hoping for his cooperation.

Steven sighs upon hearing about the deaths of the men. "I'm sorry as I can be for the loss and service of such brave men, but I'm old. Besides, my daughter and son-in-law are flying in to visit me tomorrow," Steven says, reluctant to go back to working for the Central Intelligence Agency.

"Then, if you don't agree to take on this task, you won't like what I have to tell you. Orders came from the top. I'm afraid you have no choice."

Steven, sighing, realizes the position he is in. "What do you want me to do?" Steven asks, dreading going back to work for the CIA. He listens to Wainwright filling him in on what his assignment is.

Harts' Jet The Next Day

Jonathan and Jennifer sit in their jet as they are getting close to landing. Jonathan sits back while his wife is on the telephone, trying to get through to the person she is calling. Jennifer just keeps hearing the sound of ringing on the other end. She is wondering why she isn't getting a response. Jennifer, giving up, hangs up the receiver. Jonathan notices the look of concern on her face.

"What's the matter, darling? Did you get a busy signal?" Jonathan asks as Jennifer turns back to face him.

"No, darling. I couldn't get through. Dad didn't answer. He knew I was going to call before we landed," Jennifer replies.

"He's probably out skeet shooting with Walter."

"You're probably right. I'm sure I'm worried over nothing. Walter would have contacted me if something was wrong."

"Only thirty minutes before we land in Washington, Mr. Hart, and Mrs. Hart!" the pilot announces from the cockpit.

"Thank you!" Jonathan shouts back, turning to face the cockpit.

Jennifer turns around and places her arm around Jonathan. Jonathan puts his arm around her as they sit back, enjoying the rest of the plane ride together before landing.

Edwards' House Soon After

The gray Mercedes Benz transporting Jonathan and Jennifer is pulling up to the driveway.

"I can't wait to spend time alone with dad!" Jennifer exclaims. "We've made plans for the next few days."

"And I get to spend those days discussing business for Hart Industries," Jonathan replies with a tone of disappointment as the vehicle approaches the house.

Jennifer is looking out the window, hoping to catch sight of her father. There doesn't seem to be anyone at home. She looks around, but her dad is not anywhere on the property far as she can tell. It's as if the place is deserted. Walter is walking out of the house, coming to greet Jennifer and Jonathan. The vehicle comes to a stop. Walter has a weak smile on his face. It appears as if he is very distraught. The door to the car opens. Jonathan exits first and steps aside, allowing space for Jennifer to exit. Jennifer steps out as Jonathan shuts the door. They turn to see Walter walking over to them. A smile comes across Jennifer's face upon seeing her dad's servant coming to welcome her and her husband back.

"Walter, I'm glad to see you. I was beginning to think something was wrong. Is dad skeet shooting? I've been trying to reach him to let him know we landed."

"I'm sorry, but your dad died from a heart attack in his sleep last night," Walter replies, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry."

Jennifer is in a state of shock after hearing what Walter told her about her father.

"OH, MY GOD!!!" Jennifer exclaims, bursting into tears.

Jonathan, trying to comfort his wife, places his arms around her. He embraces Jennifer as she turns to him. Tears are still streaming down Jennifer's face as Jonathan wraps his arms around her tightly. Jonathan turns to glance up at Walter, who has a look of regret at having to tell Jennifer her dad died.

"I'll get your luggage," Walter offers, walking over to the trunk.

Jonathan, his heart aching for Jennifer, is still consoling her. By now, she is burying her head on Jonathan's chest. Jennifer's heart is breaking. Jonathan, finding out his father-in-law's death so sudden, and Walter failing to contact his wife right away, turns to glance at Walter. Walter is getting the luggage out of the trunk. Jonathan turns back to Jennifer. From his face, Jonathan questions if Steven is really dead or, for some unexplained reason faking his death. Jonathan gently kisses his grieving wife on the cheek. Walter comes up to behind the couple holding their suitcases.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jennifer. I know how much you were looking forward to spending time with your father," Walter says, standing to face Jennifer and Jonathan.

Jennifer, wiping the tears from her eyes, turns to face him. "Thank you!" Jennifer whispers. "Does the doctor know what brought on the attack?" she asks, still stunned that her father died so suddenly.

Walter pauses before replying. He appears bothered by the question, which is noticed by Jonathan.

"No, I'm afraid not. Your dad was in perfect health and good spirits as always."

There is a moment of silence as Jennifer wipes the remaining tears away from her eyes.

"I'll carry the suitcases up to your room."

Walter starts to walk up to the house. Jonathan turns to his wife, who is staring out at the land facing the house. He slowly and gently places his hand on her shoulder.

"I can only imagine how you must be feeling right now, darling. I wish I could find the words to ease the pain," Jonathan says in a gentle tone.

"Just knowing you are here is all I need right now," Jennifer replies with her back towards him. "I'm going for a walk. I need to be by myself." She walks off, leaving Jonathan by himself.

He watches her with a look of sadness and concern. Jonathan is wondering how Jennifer will get through the trip since spending quality time with her dad is no longer possible, and he will be too busy discussing business to spend time with her when she needs him the most. He sighs as he walks over to the house.

Once reaching the front door, Jonathan walks into the front hall. The door is opened all the way. He looks around for a telephone. Jonathan, seeing a telephone in the living room, walks over to pick up the receiver. He dials a number and waits for his call to be answered. "Hello, this is Jonathan Hart. I just arrived in Washington," Jonathan tells the person on the other end of the line. "What time are you expecting me tomorrow?" He listens before replying. "No, no one knows the CIA is doing business with Hart Industries. Not even my wife. I kept this project confidential, just as you requested."

Walter is walking into the foyer a few minutes later. Jonathan steps into the hall. The two men face each other. Walter feels ill at ease upon seeing Jonathan in front of him.

"Walter, we need to talk," Jonathan says seriously. "I want to know just exactly what is going on."

"Mr. Hart, I don't know what you mean. What makes you think anything is going on?" Walter asks.

"I meant Steven's sudden death last night. Why didn't you call Jennifer? I get the feeling you're hiding something."

"I would never hide anything from Mrs. Jennifer. I've been with Mr. Edwards for years. I would never risk betraying his daughter's trust. It was such a shock finding him dead I wasn't thinking straight. I apologize for not calling."

"You should apologize to Jennifer. Steven's death would have been less of a shock if you told her before we left Los Angeles. It's common courtesy to contact the family after a loved one's passing. Jennifer should never have found out about her father's death the way she did. I get the feeling Steven's sudden passing has something to do with his past with the CIA. If it does, Jennifer needs to know the truth now."

"I understand and admire your devotion to Mrs. Jennifer, but you need to accept that Mr. Edwards is dead. His involvement years before with the CIA doesn't have any connection with his passing."

"If you're telling the truth, why didn't you answer when Jennifer called?"

"I was outside on the grounds taking care of the property. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Jonathan pauses a moment before replying. "Yes, look after Jennifer while I'm away. If you're lying, you better have an acceptable reason! I won't permit my wife to be caught up in deception and lies for the sake of the agency or the government!" Jonathan replies firmly, giving Walter a stern look that shows he means business. He glares at Walter, who is speechless at the way he was just spoken to.

"I'll look after Mrs. Jennifer, Mr. Hart," Walter says calmly and with assurance. "Excuse me, sir." He heads out the door while Jonathan stares after him, still suspecting Walter lied about his father-in-law's death. Walter shuts the door behind him.

Jonathan, looking out a window by the door, stares at his wife. Jennifer is still strolling the grounds, remembering the last time she and Jonathan visited her father. A particular and private moment between her and her dad flashes into her brain. She sighs and wipes away tears after returning to the present. Jennifer, sighing, looks out at the lovely green estate before her. She continues staring for a moment before going down the lake facing the house.

Edwards House That Night

While Jonathan is sleeping peacefully, Jennifer is wide awake. They are sleeping in the guest room. Jennifer, struggling to get her mind off of her father, is restless. She is too upset to sleep. She glances over at the clock on the table by her side of the bed. The time is One O’Clock, which is Ten PM in Los Angeles. Jennifer, wanting to get out of bed, quietly throws the covers off of her. She lifts herself to her feet and tiptoes to the door, not to disturb Jonathan.

Jennifer slowly and silently opens the door. She walks into the hall before shutting the guest room door behind her. Jennifer starts down the stairs, heading toward the den. Once she reaches the den, she switches on a lamp. Across from her is an antique secretary desk with a comfortable chair beside it. She slowly makes her way over to the chair while not removing her eyes off of the seat. Jennifer walks up to behind the chair. She slowly moves her hand down the arm.

Jennifer, remembering a night she found her dad sitting in that chair looking over a photograph, a tear comes into her eye after reliving that particular moment.

"Darling," comes Jonathan's voice.

Jennifer, startled, turns to see Jonathan standing in the doorway with a dressing gown on.

"Jonathan," Jennifer replies, managing a smile. "You have a busy day tomorrow. You should be sleeping."

"You are more important to me than any business associate. I'm worried about you. What are you doing in here?" Jonathan asks, walking over. "You looked like you were deep in thought."

 "Oh, I was thinking about the night dad told me about that affair he had with Diana Rawlings," Jennifer explains, standing facing her husband. Her hands lay still on the back of the chair. "He was sitting in this chair when I found him looking over her photograph."

Jonathan, sighing, stares at Jennifer, in deep concern at her painful grief that she is dealing with after losing her father. "I'm not going to that meeting. I'm going to stay here with you," Jonathan finally says, placing his arm around Jennifer's shoulders.

"Now I can't ask you to do that," Jennifer replies, placing her arms around his shoulders. "You came down to Washington for business. I'll be all right by myself."

"Are you sure?" Jonathan asks, not convinced.

"Yes, I'm sure, darling," Jennifer insists, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. She smiles. "I'll keep myself busy. After I make arrangements for dad's funeral, I'm going to run by his gallery to see if I can be of any help. Then I'll come back here and ride dad's horse. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I just can't believe dad is gone. I talked to him a few days ago." Her voice becomes sad. "And now he is dead." Jennifer bursts into tears.

Jonathan wraps his arms around her and embraces her tightly. As he comforts her, his eyes happen to catch sight of a pair of glasses on the floor. They are under a table where the telephone is placed. He recognizes the glasses at once. They're his father-in-law's! Jonathan's speculation Steven is alive and well grows stronger after catching a personal belonging lying on the ground. A frown comes over his face. He wonders if Steven left the glasses on the floor by accident. Or as a sign to look into his disappearance. Jonathan is determined to get to the bottom of the truth tomorrow!

Central Intelligence Agency In Washington, D.C. The Following Afternoon

Jonathan sits in the middle of a long table for twenty people in a private conference room surrounded by agents. He is reluctant to be present. His mind is on Jennifer and his father-in-law, but he pays attention to an older man standing facing himself and the other men seated at the table. The man is tall, and his appearance is what you would expect of a CIA agent. He is a strong authoritative man with a voice that would catch your attention whenever he speaks. He wears glasses. His name is Kulp.

"Before we get down to business, I would like to thank the CEO of Hart Industries himself, Mr. Jonathan Hart, for agreeing to work for our agency. His cooperation is most appreciated. I speak for all of us when I say he was more than willing to fly down from California to assist us in our latest top-secret assignment," Kulp says, looking at the men before him. He turns to Jonathan. "Now, we won't keep you in suspense any longer. Your company was chosen to develop special technology for the government." He sits down in the chair behind him. "We need some kind of software that will allow us access to private information on any computer across the world. Every citizens' personal information is on the verge of being stolen by foreign agents. We know that for a fact, they are in the process of this very moment in developing a way to get their hands on credit cards, passports, identification cards, drivers' licenses, bank statements that would put the average citizen at risk for identity theft. Even everyone working for the government and yes, even the President himself would be affected if they succeed. This assignment is a top priority. I don't have to mention what identity theft would do to you and your wife, Mr. Hart. As director of Central Intelligence, I already took matters into my own hands to see that no word gets out. We expect Hart Industries to take action at once. The agency is prepared to be of any help we can in making certain the software is designed and invented as soon as possible."

"I understand the importance and urgency of the task. I'll need to speak to my employee, Frank Radinski. He's in charge of not only Hart Industries' Computer and Research Development but our electronic division as well. Frank is the best when it comes to technology. He is intelligent and trustworthy. Frank has no criminal record. He has hinted more than once he would be honored to work for the government. All my employees in both divisions take their work very seriously. There is a guard on watch at all times, and no one can get in unless they're wearing a badge. I give you my word we'll make the assignment top priority. Identity theft is a serious crime. Frank and I did discuss the possibility of inventing a software called Spyware to help prevent this type of criminal activity from taking place," Jonathan replies reassuringly.

"I have complete confidence in you and Mr. Radinski. You must not have any contact with anyone outside this building. I will contact Mr. Radinski myself and explain. He will be brought to Washington under guard and protected by two of our men. The Central Intelligence Agency has its division working for us: Research and Development. You and Mr. Radinski will be working alongside our technical experts. Three of our intelligent and dependable operatives have already lost their lives. We are not going to risk any more people working for us being murdered as well."

Jonathan nods in agreement. "Do you have any leads to who these foreign agents are?" he asks.

"I regret saying no. They sneaked into this country. We know for certain they are sleepers."

"By sleepers, you are referring to agents who pretend to be another average American citizen," Jonathan concludes.

"Exactly, Mr. Hart," the director of Central Intelligence replies, nodding his head.

Jonathan, turning around in his chair, looks at all the agents seated around him. He has a look that shows something is weighing heavily on his mind. "Now that you took me into your confidence, I think I deserve an honest and straight-forward answer," he says, turning to Kulp. "How did Steven Edwards get caught up in this web of intrigue for the CIA?" Jonathan reaches into his pocket and takes out the pair of glasses he discovered. "Look familiar?" he asks, placing the glasses down on the table.

The men look at the glasses before exchanging glances. They look alarmed and shocked. There is silence as Jonathan looks at several men facing him.

"Steven Edwards is dead from a heart attack," Kulp insists firmly.

"I think it's time we told Jonathan the truth," a familiar voice says at the end of the table.

Jonathan turns to face the agent who has just spoken up. The man, aged seventy with white hair, is blind. He wears dark and black glasses with a matching suit. His name is Constantine Wainwright.

"Jonathan Hart and I have passed paths before."

"Wainwright, what is going on?" Jonathan asks impatiently, wanting answers now. He is looking at Wainwright.

"We needed Steven to fake his death. We have him hidden somewhere safe where no one on this planet would think to search for him. We keep in touch by CB radio. I called Steven the night before you, and your wife arrived. He wanted no part in this mission. It was orders by the government. Steven had no choice but to accept the assignment."

"Where are you keeping my father-in-law?" Jonathan demands to know. He is furious to learn his suspicions have been correct all long.

"We can't give you the location. As Wainwright said, Steven is being kept safe," the director of the CIA replies calmly.

"I'm going to tell Jennifer the truth!" Jonathan exclaims, losing his temper. "I'm going back on my word. I'm not taking any part in any mission that involves deception. My wife and I are going home tomorrow." Jonathan rises to his feet. He is about to walk away when Kulp, walking over, stands across from him. He is blocking Jonathan's path.

"Sit down!" Kulp exclaims firmly.

"If you walk out now, you are putting not only Steven's life in danger. You and Mrs. Hart could find your lives threatened too," Wainwright replies calmly. "Do sit down and hear us out."

Jonathan reluctantly retakes his seat.

Wainwright continues. "As I said, Steven had no choice. Orders from higher up came for him to help us. If word about this top-secret and Hart Industries' involvement got out, it would jeopardize everyone in this room."

"Wainwright is right. We have to take extreme precautions. Since three operatives have already been assassinated, any more killings won't make any bit of difference to these agents." Kulp turns to face Jonathan. "It's critical that your wife doesn't know about Hart Industries' involvement with our agency. I must insist you keep her in the dark until after the software has been invented and in our hands safely where no spy can get his hands on it. It was discovered a year ago that the KGB has invented what is called electromechanical bugs that could be planted in almost every electronic device. The purpose is to transmit information once they were planted in typewriters. These bugs were first found at an embassy that is on friendly terms with this country. NSA analyzed them before launching Project Gunman. Every one of those listening devices was replaced with new ones. One of our agents found that electromechanical bug in one of our computers just a few days ago before calling your office. Fortunately, that bug was discovered before any damage could be done. Now I think you can tell for yourself, Mr. Hart, the importance of Hart Industries' involvement with the CIA remains secretive after all Wainwright and I told you. You have no say. Your father-in-law is alive and well. He will stay safe as long as you do your part. One word to anyone there could be deadly results. Discretion is the key to not only making this project successful but keeping you and your family protected. I promise you no harm will come to Steven Edwards."

Jonathan realizes the position he has found himself in. His father-in-law's life will be at stake if he doesn't cooperate. He reluctantly nods his head in agreement.

La Cochette Restaurant That Night

Jonathan and Jennifer are dining at Steven's favorite restaurant. The couple is silent as they are waiting for their meal to arrive. Jonathan's mind is on the discovery he made that afternoon. He can't stand the position the CIA has put him in. He is wrestling with his conscience, wondering whether he should tell Jennifer her father is alive and well. Jonathan looks at his wife as he sits back in his chair. Jennifer is staring off into space. Her mind is still clearly on the loss of her dad.

"Jennifer, there is something I need to tell you," Jonathan says seriously, turning around to face her face to face.

"I need to prepare for dad's funeral," Jennifer suddenly says, returning to reality as she turns to face her husband. She notices the look on Jonathan's face. Jennifer senses by his expression that something is weighing heavily on his mind. "Jonathan, what is wrong? You've been quiet ever since you arrived back at the house. Did Hart Industries' business not go over well?" Jennifer asks, wondering why Jonathan has been strangely silent.

Jonathan looks at Jennifer with an expression that shows he is struggling to confess what is troubling him. He sighs as he finally opens his mouth to tell Jennifer what he has to say. He leans forward in his chair, for she is sitting across from him.

"Jennifer, I have something I need to tell you. It puts me in an awkward position since Hart Industries is doing confidential work for the CIA. I told them this afternoon I wouldn't breathe a word to anyone, but you deserve to know the truth," Jonathan starts to say.

Jennifer, looking at Jonathan, is dreading what he is about to tell her.

"You're scaring me, darling," Jennifer replies. "It has something to do with dad, doesn't it? He was killed because he was working on that same top-secret assignment?" she asks with fear.

Jonathan pauses for a moment before answering.

"No, Steven is alive and well," Jonathan says, not sure how Jennifer is going to react to the news after being deceived.

Jennifer, speechless, looks at Jonathan, stunned. She is not sure if she heard Jonathan correctly.

"I was only told the truth today," Jonathan continues as Jennifer is still staring at him in utter shock.

"Why are the Central Intelligence Agency and my father putting me through this? Dad would never agree to fake his death unless he had no say in the matter," Jennifer replies in anger.

"Do you remember when I told you I know Constantine Wainwright?"

"Yes, the blind man," Jennifer says.

"Wainwright called Steven up the night before our arrival, informing him it was orders from the top he comes out of retirement to help the CIA. Hart Industries was contacted with no explanation. I was only told to keep my involvement secret. I'm afraid I can't even tell you what the company is working on for them. I can tell you that the agency is working alongside Hart Industries to prevent foreign agents from being a threat. If word got out, it would not only put the project at risk. It would endanger lives, including Steven's. Three operatives are already dead. That is why he faked his death and went into hiding. The director of the CIA assured me that Steven is safe."

"Three operatives are dead, and we are just to take the director's word my dad is safe?!" Jennifer asks in disbelief. "It sounds like they are doing their job of protecting their own so successfully. I don't understand. Why is dad involved?"

"Central Intelligence is keeping in touch with him by CB radio. From what I gathered at the meeting, the agency wants a man out secretly being kept informed about what is going on without the KGB’s possible risk of finding out what we're working on here in Washington. They already planted a bug in one of the agency's computers."

"The KGB planting a listening device in a computer is the reason for faking dad's death? There has to be a better explanation than protecting the CIA's classified information. You make it sound like the world is coming to an end," Jennifer replies, staring at Jonathan with a look that she wants to know what work her husband's company is doing for the CIA. "Can you give me a hint, darling?"

Jonathan smiles at Jennifer for a moment before replying. "No, darling. I'm afraid not even one little hint."

"I am on the board of Hart Industries," Jennifer says, flashing a smile.

"And the loveliest board member we have, but you are not the CEO. Hopefully, once our business with the CIA is concluded, and we'll be back in Los Angeles, I can stop being so mysterious. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I did promise."

"Oh, I understand," Jennifer replies, reaching over to hold Jonathan's hand. "I was just hoping to learn one of the top-secrets. It will make me feel better about dad if I know what is so important that it is worth putting his life at risk."

"Let's just say it is a matter that concerns the welfare of everyone. Don't worry. I couldn't find out where Steven is being held, but I'll do everything I can in my power to be sure the CIA keeps him safe," Jonathan confesses gently, reaching over to touch his wife's hand. He looks at her with regret and guilt. "I tried getting out of the project, but the agency doesn't respond well to being turned down. I regret you had to be lied to. My wife has no right to be deceived even if it was done with good intentions," he says seriously, taking her hand, which he kisses.

"I know you would never allow me to be hurt. Thank you for telling me the truth. Honesty is the one thing that makes our marriage so strong. We are always honest with each other. There are no secrets between us. Trust is everything in a marriage," Jennifer replies, kissing Jonathan's hand.

"Trust is everything. You can't have a solid marriage if there is no faith. We also share what's on our minds. Thank you for being so understanding," Jonathan says, reaching over to touch her face.

 "I know it's not your fault. I just hate what the Central Intelligence Agency is putting dad and us through. I wish there were another way they could have handled the situation," Jennifer replies, rising from her seat. She sits down next to Jonathan and kisses him on the lips.

Jonathan, remembering Steven's pair of glasses, reaches into the pocket of his jacket. He gently brings them out and hands them to Jennifer. "I found them on the floor under a table in the living room last night. Could Steven have left them behind as a sign?"

"Dad always took care of his glasses," Jennifer says, looking them over. "He never left them out of sight. It's just like him to leave behind something as a clue. I wondered where they disappeared to." A smile comes over her face as she reaches over to pick up her purse. "I should have known he wouldn't put me through this without letting me know some way he is somewhere alive." She places the glasses carefully as possible into her purse to protect them from damage. Jennifer hangs her purse around the back of her chair. "Well, as the daughter of a CIA agent, I should at least hold a memorial service. I'm not going to put dad's life in jeopardy," Jennifer adds, turning back to Jonathan.

Central Intelligence Agency The Next Day

Jonathan is sitting at his desk in his office the next morning. It's an office he'll be occupying while he is working for the agency. He is waiting for his call to be answered. A familiar voice finally comes over the other end of the line.

"Hart Industries. Jonathan Hart's office," Kelly Waring replies.

"Kelly, good morning," Jonathan says to his secretary.

Edwards House

While Jonathan is speaking to his secretary at his office in Los Angeles, Jennifer is sitting in the living room of her father's house. She is also on the telephone. Jennifer dials a number and waits for her call to be answered. After waiting a few moments, the ringing stops on the other end of the receiver. Max's gruff voice comes over the telephone receiver.

"Hart Residence."

"Hey, Max," Jennifer replies.

"Mrs. H, how is it goin' over there? Are you enjoyin' time with your dad? How is Mr. H's business goin'?" Max asks, delighted Jennifer called.

"Let's just say this trip didn't turn out the way we planned."

"Is somethin' wrong?" Max asks with concern after noticing the seriousness in Jennifer's voice.

"It's nothing Mr. H and I can't handle. Listen, I just wanted to call to let you know that Jonathan's business will take longer than we expected. It's important, so there's no telling when we'll be home. If anyone calls, just tell them Jonathan is in Washington on business and doesn't know when he'll be back. Has anyone called?"

Central Intelligence Agency

Jonathan is still on the telephone, talking to Kelly.

"With this new business venture I'm conducting here in Washington, it'll be a while before I'm back in Los Angeles. Have there been any calls?" Jonathan asks.

Hart Industries in Los Angeles

Kelly is about to answer her employer's question when someone walks up to her desk in the reception area outside Jonathan's office.

"Yes, Mr. Hart," Kelly replies before she is interrupted.

"I have some papers to deliver to Mr. Hart," a man tells her impatiently.

"Just a moment, please, Mr. Hart," Kelly says into the receiver. She looks up at the man. "Mr. Hart is not here now. I'll sign for them," Kelly says, placing a hand out to take the papers.

"No, I must have Mr. Hart's signature. They're to be signed by him in person," the man replies in a tone that he will not take no for an answer.

In his fifties or sixties, the man is staring at her with a look of annoyance. He has a stern face, is tall and heavy. He looks like he has rarely been out in the sun by the look of his complexion. His voice is strong, and due to his unique feature, he would stand out in a crowd. He is speaking in a foreign accent.

"I'm his secretary, and I have always signed for Mr. Hart whenever he is out of the office. Just hand me the papers, and I'll sign them," Kelly replies patiently with a smile.

"Is something wrong, Kelly?" Jonathan asks, hearing her speaking to someone.

"No, it's just our new mail clerk. He has some papers for you, and he insists on receiving your signature in person," Kelly explains as the man hurls a couple of self-sealed envelopes in his hands onto her desk.

Kelly, surprised at the new employee's rude attitude, looks up at him. He glares at her for a moment before starting to walk away. Kelly looks at him, finding his behavior strange.

Central Intelligence Agency

"At least he is conscientious," Jonathan replies from his end of the telephone in Washington. "Now, what were you going to say about the calls?"

Hart Industries

Standing by the doors leading to the reception area, the man is staring at Kelly as she continues talking to Jonathan. He is watching her with a look that shows he is up to something. Kelly, turning around, looks at a book with a list of all the telephone calls and the messages she took. The book is directly in front of her on the desk. Her eyes are entirely on the list. The man quietly opens the doors and sneaks silently back into the reception area now that Jonathan's secretary is busy. He dashes past her desk and rushes up to the door leading to Jonathan's office. The strange man opens the door and tiptoes into the room. He quietly shuts the door and looks around for a telephone. He notices the telephone on Jonathan's desk. The man hurries over and silently picks up the telephone receiver. He stands behind the desk, discreetly eavesdropping on Kelly and Jonathan's private conversation.

"Call them back and tell those businessmen I'm in Washington, D. C. on business. Let them know my business for Hart Industries is going to take longer than I anticipated. I'll return their calls soon as I can. I'm going to be tied up now until my business in Washington is completed."

The strange man now has a smile on his face. He quietly hangs up the receiver. He reaches into the pocket of his suit and takes out a pen. Just as he is about to bring the ordinary and everyday object up to his mouth, the door opens. The stranger, placing the pen back into his pocket, quietly ducks under the desk to avoid being caught. Kelly walks over to the desk with the envelopes, which she places down facing the chair, so Jonathan will be sure to see them once he returns. She starts back toward the door. The man waits until he hears Kelly shut the door before he comes out from hiding. He presses the button on the pen, and instantly an antenna pops out from the top. It's quite enormous and apparent this pen is not a typical one. The foreigner quietly starts to speak directly into the pen.

"This Agent 005. Can you read me?" he asks, waiting for a response.

"I can read you, Agent 005. Go ahead," a voice in a foreign accent resembling his replies.

"I have managed to get a job at Hart Industries as instructed. I have just uncovered Jonathan Hart's whereabouts. It's just as you expected, sir. Hart is in Washington, D.C. What is my next assignment?"

His contact's voice becomes deadly serious after learning Agent 005 has found out where Jonathan Hart is at this very moment.

"Agent 005, you have done excellent work so far! Now, you are to leave for Washington, D. C. Arrangements have been made for you to get in at CIA headquarters without your cover being compromised. Your contacts over there know your number and have been given a description of you. Go at once! Good luck! And remember, if anyone tries to stop you, kill them at once!!!" the contact orders Agent 005 in a harsh tone that is similar to a colonel giving private orders in the military.

Central Intelligence Agency Soon After

The door to Jonathan's office opens. Jonathan is walking out with his employee and electronics expert, Frank Radinski, behind him. They are both wearing badges for security purposes. Everyone working for the agency is expected to wear them. They pass Jonathan's secretary in the reception area. Her desk is against a wall directly in front of his office. She is an attractive dark-haired woman in her early thirties.

"Good luck, Mr. Hart and Mr. Radinski," the secretary says to the men with a sweet smile, looking up at them, taking a brief break from her work.

"Thank you, Suzanne," Jonathan replies as he and Frank stop to turn to face her.

The two gentlemen continue on their way, heading out as Suzanne continues with her work. Just as they disappear out of sight, a delivery boy shows up, holding a carefully wrapped decanter of Brandy in an appealing velvet-lined box. He walks up to Suzanne. The delivery boy, a dark-haired and charming man in his thirties, has a mustache.

"Excuse me," he says to get the secretary's attention. He is looking down at her.

She looks up at him with a smile. "Oh, hello. How can I help you?" Suzanne asks, eager to be of service.

"Hello, I have a decanter of Brandy to be delivered to Mr. Jonathan Hart," the delivery man replies with a pleasant smile.

"What a shame!" Suzanne replies with a sigh. "You just missed him! I'll be happy to place the Brandy on his desk."

He hands Suzanne the box with great care. "I'll need you to sign to confirm the delivery," the man says, reaching into a pocket of his jeans to take out a pen. He hands the pen and the clipboard from his free hand to the woman.

"Of course," Suzanne replies, taking the pen. She signs and hands the items back. "I'll be certain Mr. Hart receives the Brandy," she assures him with a smile.

The delivery man flashes Jonathan's secretary a smile before walking off. Suzanne, picking up the carefully wrapped decanter, rises to her feet and walks over to Jonathan's office. She cautiously opens the door with her free hand. Suzanne, walking into the room, heads straight toward Jonathan's desk. She carefully places the box down gently on the desk. The wrapped decanter looks very lovely on Jonathan's desk. The decanter is made of crystal, which makes it very elegant.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Frank are walking around a giant room at the agency. It's the Research and Development Center where they'll be working on constructing the spyware. The place is filled with technology experts who are dressed in lab coats. The men are stern-looking and take their job very seriously, which is expected of them. The room is filled with equipment and gadgets of all kinds. The technicians are working on their latest assigned tasks. The CIA director gives Jonathan and Frank the grand tour, introducing them to the men working aside to design and construct the software.

"As you can see for yourselves, gentlemen, these technicians here take their job extremely seriously and have every machine you could imagine. I ordered them to be at your complete disposal. The designs for the spyware shall stay in this room and remain here for all times," he tells Jonathan and Frank sternly as they continue examining the room. They are looking at all the technicians, machines, and devices to continue making their way around the Research and Development. "I want you to remember all of these men's faces carefully. If you notice anyone in the future who is not in this room, you're to report them directly to me. Other than myself and you men, no one else is permitted into this room. The Research and Development Center is off-limits."

"In other words, to prevent the risk of a mole," Jonathan guesses.

"Very well put, Mr. Hart," Kulp replies, turning around to face Jonathan and Frank. "Are there any questions?" he asks as they stop walking now that they have completed the tour.

"Just one. What are we calling this project?" Jonathan asks, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Just the kind of question I expected to hear from an intelligent businessman. We will be calling this project, 'Operation Wellman.'"

"That's such a perfect name considering the purpose of the spyware," Frank comments.

"Now that you know the code name, I'll leave you alone to get to work right away. Time is being wasted as we speak."

Across the building, some unseen person is spying on the three men through a spotting scope. He or she can see them clearly through the lens.

"When do you expect this project to be completed?" Jonathan asks.

"At once would have been my preference, but I'll settle for two weeks. Get to work. Time is critical."

Kulp walks away with great confidence in Jonathan and Frank. He remains a man in charge, even by the way he is walking. Jonathan and Frank exchange glances, knowing the spyware's deadline to be completed is impossible to be met.

"We'll need longer than two weeks, Mr. Hart," Frank says.

"Just think of this project as the mission impossible," Jonathan replies with confidence, placing a reassuring hand on Frank's shoulder.

In his seventies, an older looking man with white hair and glasses is staring at Jonathan and Frank, showing interest in their conversation. He tries to be discreet eavesdropping while he continues with his assignment of building some kind of gadget from his station.

"We'll have to work around the clock," Frank tells his employer as he and Jonathan turn to face every technology expert in their presence.

Central Intelligence Agency That Night

Jonathan and Frank walk into the reception area that evening around five o'clock. Frank is carrying his jacket over his shoulder. Both men look a bit tired after such a long day. They are heading to Jonathan's office.

"Good evening, Mr. Hart and Mr. Radinski," Suzanne greets the men as they reach her desk.

"Good evening, Suzanne," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"Oh, you both look exhausted," Suzanne says, expressing sympathy after noticing their physical condition. "How about I bring you, men, a cup of coffee?" she asks.

"I certainly could use some caffeine right now," Jonathan tells her. "And add a little extra sugar."

"Make that two cups of coffee. Only hold back on the sugar, please," Frank says.

"Two coffees are coming right up," Suzanne replies with a smile as she rises to her feet. "Oh, there was a delivery for you, Mr. Hart, while you were away. I put it on your desk."

"Thank you," Jonathan replies. He and Frank walk over to the office. Jonathan and Frank enter as Suzanne starts the coffee pot on a table by her desk. The men notice the decanter of Brandy on the desk as Jonathan shuts the door. Jonathan walks over to the desk to find out who sent the gift. Frank takes a seat in a chair facing the desk.

"To the new member of the team. Welcome aboard!" Jonathan says, reading the label on the box. "Probably Kulp's way of showing his gratitude since I was forced to cooperate in Operation Wellman," he says, turning to face Frank. "How long do you think it'll take before the spyware is ready for a demonstration?" Jonathan asks, taking a seat behind his desk.

"If we continue working hard around the clock with those technicians with a little luck, maybe a month," Frank replies with a sigh. "Kulp won't be happy about that," he adds in disappointment.

"I'll have a talk with Kulp and try to reason with him," Jonathan says calmly. "You just focus on the project."

Just then, the door opens, and Suzanne walks into the room with two hot and fresh cups of coffee. She starts to walk over to Frank.

"Coffee is my specialty," Suzanne tells the men with a warm smile. She hands a cup to Frank.

"Thank you," he replies, taking the cup. "You're the first friendly face I've seen all day," Frank tells Jonathan's secretary with a smile.

Suzanne laughs. "If you are referring to Kulp, his bark is worse than his bite. I've only been working for the agency for a few weeks, but I noticed how he treats everyone strictly. Well, I know you gentlemen have business to discuss, so I'll leave you alone unless you need me for anything else," she says, looking from Frank to Jonathan.

Frank is already sipping his coffee while Suzanne places the other cup on the desk facing Jonathan.

"Extra sugar as you requested, Mr. Hart," Suzanne tells him.

"Thank you! We're good, Suzanne," Jonathan replies, picking up his cup of coffee. "You can go on home."

"I will. I hope Mrs. Hart knows how lucky she is to have such a thoughtful man as a husband," Suzanne replies, shooting Jonathan a wink. She starts to head to the door. Jonathan looks after her, stunned that his private secretary made a pass at him. He waits until Suzanne has left the room and shut the door before turning back to Frank.

"I hope Suzanne will keep in mind that I'm a married man," Jonathan comments, taking a sip of his coffee. "Let's get back to discussing Project Wellman," he says, placing his coffee down on the desk.

Meanwhile, two men sitting in a small and abandoned room with ugly paint are eavesdropping on Jonathan and Frank discussing the spyware they are in the middle of developing for the CIA. They can hear Jonathan and Frank clearly through the listening device installed in front of them. The equipment they are using is what you would expect to keep someone under surveillance without their knowledge. It's the typical wiretapping machine. One of the men is Agent 005. The other is bald, and from his features, it would be easy to believe he is a foreign agent. He wears a gray suit and is not a bit good looking, but the man is not hideous. He wears an antique gold ring around one of his fingers. As Agent 005, he is also from another country. The men sit in silence as they continue listening in on the conversation.

Edwards House Sometime After

The door opens, and Jonathan walks in with his briefcase. He is also carrying the velvet-lined box with the decanter inside.

"Jennifer," Jonathan says, shutting the front door behind him. He walks into the foyer and places the briefcase down on the ground by the staircase. Jennifer enters the hallway through the dining room.

"Darling," Jennifer says with a warm smile, walking over to Jonathan. She is delighted that her husband's business for the day is finally over, and he can spend the remaining hours of the evening with her. "Why didn't you call?" Jennifer asks, kissing Jonathan on the lips.

"We're not allowed to make personal calls while working on a top-secret project," Jonathan replies with a tone of regret. He kisses Jennifer on the lips.

"Sounds to me the CIA is taking security too far," Jennifer says with disbelief.

"Maybe, but they do make confidential information top priority."

Jennifer has an expression that shows she has noticed that about the Central Intelligence Agency. "You look exhausted. Walter will have dinner ready in a couple of minutes," Jennifer tells her husband as she straightens his loose tie. She has noticed that Jonathan is exhausted by his behavior.  He is not his energetic self. Even when he occasionally works all day at the office at Hart Industries, Jonathan is not a bit tired after putting in a full day's work.

"Frank and I are working around the clock on this project. The director of the CIA, Kulp, expects it to be completed within two weeks," Jonathan replies with a sigh of exhaustion.

"Is that possible?" Jennifer asks. She has just finished tying Jonathan's necktie.

"Every technician is working with us, and Frank has insisted on working after hours. Despite all of our best efforts and time spent, it's most likely will be a month before the project is even ready for a demonstration."

Jennifer has a look of shock. She looks around, making sure Walter can't hear what she is going to say.

"Jonathan, I don't want to keep playing the grieving daughter or keep dad hidden longer than a couple of weeks," Jennifer replies with a bit of annoyance. "As you know, I'm not happy being caught up in espionage when it puts dad's life at stake."

"If we aren't making progress within three weeks, I'll talk with Kulp. I'm not thrilled with staying longer than a few weeks under the circumstances, darling," Jonathan says with reassurance.

Jennifer nods her head in agreement. She finally notices the wrapped decanter.

"Where did you get the lovely decanter? If you are thinking of winning me over with Brandy, darling, it's not going to work," Jennifer tells her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck. She has a smile on her face.

"I wish I had thought of Brandy," Jonathan replies with a smile. "I found it on the desk in my office. The Brandy was delivered to me. I didn't feel like drinking alone, and since the box is too pretty to throw away, I thought I would bring the decanter here. I thought we could snuggle up after dinner and drink a few glasses of Brandy," he says with a sly smile, handing the box to Jennifer.

"That is an invitation I certainly can't turn down," Jennifer replies with a sly grin. She takes the box, and they kiss.

Meanwhile, the two foreign agents are still listening, thanks to a secretly planted bug without Jonathan's knowledge. The bald man hits the table in frustration.

"How did that happen?!!!!" he asks, turning to Agent 005. "It wasn't in the plan for Hart to bring the Brandy home."

"Maybe he will discuss Project Wellman after a few drinks and starts making love with his wife, Vikta," Agent 005 says.

"He doesn't strike me as the kind of businessman who will kiss and tell while making love. Hart didn't get to be such a successful businessman by being careless," Vikta replies, turning to the other man. "At least we know Steven Edwards' death was all a ruse to get us off the agency's tracks. I'll have to think of another way to plant a bug in Harts' office: one that can't be removed. Report in. Our contact will want to know the latest development," Vikta adds, turning the listening device off for the time being. They are now no longer able to hear Jonathan and Jennifer Hart's private conversations. There is complete silence around them. Agent 005 turns around in his seat before taking his pen out. He once again presses the button, and the antenna instantly appears.

"This is Agent 005 reporting in," Agent 005 says into the pen. "I have made a startling discovery concerning Steven Edwards."

"Go ahead. What is this startling discovery you have made?" the contact asks with a tone of eagerness while remaining calm and still speaking in a manner to show he is in authority.

"Steven Edwards is alive and well, sir. The CIA has him hidden somewhere. His destination is unknown to us at this time."

"So we've been deceived. This project, Hart Industries, is working on for Central Intelligence is more important than we expected. The agency must have discovered the bug planted in one of their computers. Their project is even bigger than we thought, or else the CIA wouldn't have resorted to faking one of their former agents' death and bringing him out of retirement. Find out where Edwards is and report back to me! We'll make Steven Edwards our fourth victim. And if necessary, we'll eliminate Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Hart!" the contact orders in a cold tone.

Edwards House That Night

After dinner, Jonathan and Jennifer sit on a couch in the living room, sipping a glass of Brandy together. The velvet-lined box is situated on a coffee table in front of the couple in plain sight. Jonathan and Jennifer turn to face each other at the same time. They have a smile on their face, thankful they finally have some time together with just the two of them without business getting in the way. "I missed you," Jennifer says with sincerity, holding the glass in hand. She reaches over to kiss Jonathan on the lips. Jonathan reaches over to kiss Jennifer on the lips. He looks at her for a few seconds. "I missed you," Jonathan replies with such sincerity and warmth in his voice. "Do you want another Brandy?" he asks, holding a hand out to take her glass.

"No, thank you," Jennifer answers with a warm smile.

Taking his wife's glass, Jonathan places it down on the coffee table along with his glass of Brandy. The two glasses are next to each other in front of the box. Jonathan turns back to Jennifer. The couple, wrapping their arms around each other, sit across from each other. Jennifer is silent, her mind miles away. Jonathan looks at her with concern, wondering what his wife has on her mind.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I was just thinking about dad. I know the agency is doing its best to give him the protection he needs. I just wish I knew where they are keeping him. This is all so strange. We are in his house in Washington, and he is not even around. I would feel better if I knew where he was and could hear his voice. He must feel all alone and guilty for what he is putting me through. I would like to tell him myself, I understand." A tear comes into her eye. "I guess I'm not as tough as I thought I am," Jennifer says with a bit of disappointment.

"Darling, you are one of the toughest and strongest people I know," Jonathan replies gently and with assurance. "You and I have been through a lot of tough times together. We just never had to be in a situation where the CIA took control of our lives. I'll talk to Kulp tomorrow, the first chance I get. He is a rigorous CIA director, so he may not agree to give me your father's destination."

He kisses Jennifer on the lips and pulls her to him in an attempt to console her. "If Kulp can't be persuaded, I'll contact Steven myself and give him a message."

Jennifer, smiling, wipes away the tear. She leans over to kiss Jonathan. They begin kissing passionately as the telephone rings. They remain locked in each other's arms, kissing for a few more moments as the telephone stops ringing on the second ring. Walter, walking into the room, stops as he sees the Harts kissing. He clears his throat to alert the couple to his presence. Jonathan and Jennifer are surprised when they turn to find Walter standing in the doorway.

"Excuse me, but you have a telephone call from a man who gave his name as Kulp," Walter says, turning to face Jonathan.

"Tell him I'm in the middle of some private business of my own," Jonathan replies, looking at Walter.

"Mr. Kulp won't take no for an answer from what he told me. He insists on speaking to you."

Jonathan turns to Jennifer with a look conveying, "I told you so." He turns back to Walter. "Thank you. I'll take the call."

Walter exits the room, leaving the couple alone. Jonathan rises to his feet and picks up the telephone receiver. "Kulp," Jonathan says into the mouthpiece seriously, bothered by the director's lack of consideration for calling after working hours.

"Hart, I'm calling you to let you know that you and your wife have been invited to the Embassy of Russia tomorrow night for a ball. It's a formal affair, of course. Many of the operatives will be attending along with their wives."

"Kulp, I'm already exhausted after only one day. My wife and I will be having our own private party tomorrow night," Jonathan replies calmly and politely.

"It's orders, Hart, from the President. He is expecting to meet the CEO of Hart Industries and his wife," Kulp informs him sternly. "I gave my word that you would be there. Goodnight." Kulp hangs up so abruptly Jonathan is taken by surprise.

Jonathan sighs in frustration. Kulp's intense need to be the one in charge and giving orders without others around him resisting is hard to tolerate. Jonathan hangs up the receiver before turning back to face Jennifer. "Well, darling, it looks like we're going to a ball. The President is expecting us to attend. Kulp promised we would be there," he says, accepting the situation.

"Where?" Jennifer asks as Jonathan returns to the couch.

"The Embassy of Russia," Jonathan answers, sitting back down next to his wife.

"As they say, darling, business before pleasure," Jennifer says, merely accepting the last-minute notice that they had received an invitation which was accepted without their consent.

Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand and pulls her to him. He has a smile on his face. "Tonight is all pleasure," Jonathan replies seductively.  

Jennifer is all smiles as her husband pulls her into a kiss.

Central Intelligence Agency The Next Day

A man with his back turned is opening the door to Jonathan's office. It's not clear who this person is. The man appears to be a phone technician. Just as he walks in and looks around the room, it is revealed the man is Agent 005. The agent, still searching around Jonathan's office, is quietly shutting the door behind him. He notices the telephone on the desk. Agent 005 walks over to behind the desk and looks at the telephone receiver. The spy, picking up the receiver, looks at the mouthpiece. He places the listening device into the mouthpiece. Now that the bug has been planted, the agent hangs up the receiver carefully. He looks down at the desk, hoping to find papers containing confidential information about the spyware. There are no papers in sight. He tries to open the top drawer facing the chair behind the desk. To his frustration, the drawer is locked securely.

He stands back and takes out a black device resembling a digital TV remote control. There are two switches the size of ones on a regular television remote. Agent 005, pressing a button, is keeping an eye on the drawer. Unusual clicking and mechanical sounds are coming from the device. He lets the gadget work its magic on the lock. It looks like the machine is somehow starting to pick the lock all on its own as the foreign agent continues to press down on the button. Noises like the lock cylinder are being picked come from within the drawer. After only a few more seconds of silence other than the lock being tampered with, the gadget comes through. The drawer slides open in a blink of an eye as the sound ceases!!! Success at last! The Russian releases his finger from the switch and tosses the device into his tool case.

Agent 005, seeing his effort and patience has paid off, starts to rummage through the desk. He tosses other contents aside while looking for the papers on the top-secret spyware. The agent is in a hurry for any moment that Jonathan Hart could walk through the door and catch him in the act. Agent 005 frantically continues searching, taking some more contents out, which he throws onto the desk. After a few more moments of nearly cleaning out the drawer, luck has come his way. His eyes catch sight of the classified papers he has been looking for. "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY" are written in bold and black print letters on the file.

He quickly reaches into his pocket and takes out a tiny handheld camera: the kind you would expect a spy to use. Agent 005 places the camera up to his eyes. He looks through the lens, making sure he gets a close and clear shot of the papers. He starts snapping three pictures at once: one after the other. His eyes catch sight of a clock on the wall beside the door. The time is 9:50. Knowing he has to put everything he took out of the drawer back and shut the door, the man springs into action. He picks up all the other papers that were among the removed items he put aside. He places them back neatly, just the way he found them. Agent 005, using his hand, slides the other contents into the drawer.

He is unaware that one piece of paper is on the floor by his feet. The man is about to place his camera back in his case when he hears Jonathan's voice right outside. He is in a state of panic! He has to exit the office at once. The agent runs to a window on the right side of the wall beside the desk. He looks out, but the floor on which Jonathan Hart's office is located is too high to jump. It would be suicidal even to attempt to take such a dangerous escape. He hears footsteps and Suzanne's voice. Agent 005 turns to see the door open. Suzanne is telling Jonathan about the phone technician as the spy ducks behind the door.

The door opens all the way, and Jonathan enters. Agent 005 watches, waiting for the right opportunity to make a break for it. Jonathan, shutting the door, walks over to the desk. He looks at the telephone. A look comes over his face. It is an expression Jonathan suspects something sinister is going on. His eyes catch sight of the camera on the floor behind his desk. A look of alarm is on the agent's face upon witnessing Jonathan Hart discovering the camera he dropped without being aware he had. Jonathan reaches down and picks up the camera. Just as he looks at it to examine it, he already has a feeling this camera was used as a tool by a foreign agent.

Jonathan knows the technician was a cover so he or she could gain access to his office without anyone questioning his presence. He is about to walk behind the desk when Agent 005 takes him by surprise. The foreign man sneaks up behind Jonathan. The agent, using his hand, knocks him out with just one powerful blow to the head. Jonathan lies on the floor, motionless with the camera still in his hand. The agent bends down and snatches the camera out of his hand. He quickly places the camera back into his case before walking out the door behind him on his way.

Jonathan is still lying on the floor unconscious. Jonathan, only moments later, is finally regaining consciousness slowly. His eyes open. He has a bit of a headache, and he is still recovering from the unexpected attack that happened so fast he didn't have time to defend himself. Jonathan, slowly rising to his feet, finds what just happened to him to be a blur. He takes a deep breath as he rubs his hand over the back of his head where the pain is. Now it comes back to him! Jonathan, knowing the reaction and panic the agency will be in now that a foreign agent got a hold of the confidential papers on the spyware, bolts out of his office.

"Call security! That technician was a spy," Jonathan tells Suzanne as he turns to face her with a look of seriousness.

He is calm but troubled. He hurries to catch Agent 005 before he gets away. Jonathan is running into a foyer outside the reception area. An elevator opens, and an employee is about to step in when Jonathan shouts out to him.

"HOLD THE DOOR!" Jonathan orders, hurrying to the elevator.

The man hears him and instantly holds the door open. Jonathan dashes into the elevator and presses the button for the first floor. The employee is about to press a button for the floor above, but Jonathan grabs him by the arm to stop him. The man, sensing something is wrong, gives Jonathan a look. The elevator begins to descend. Jonathan is still composed but is impatient to reach the first floor. He knows the foreign agent may have gotten away, but it's against his nature not to be optimistic. After only seconds, the elevator arrives on the first floor.

Jonathan, who is running fast with determination, heads toward the entrance of the building. An agent, who is in a rush to take the elevator, isn't paying attention to where he is going. His eyes are only on the elevator facing him. He is about to jump into Jonathan, who is aware of his presence.

Jonathan dodges past him. He continues brushing past others in the crowded lobby. An alarm begins to ring throughout the building. Jonathan is approaching a walk through metal detector. The security system is installed right in front of the doors leading to the exit.

The guards are looking around, making sure every agent and other employees have returned to the lobby. Three of them are joining Jonathan in the chase. They race through the doors. Agent 005 is fleeing in a car along with Vika. The vehicle speeds away, making sounds of screeching tires. Jonathan and the guards reach the curb just in time to witness the vehicle disappearing out of sight. They sigh in disappointment. Jonathan is frustrated and angry.

"Did you get a look at him, Mr. Hart?" one of the guards ask.

"No, he attacked me from behind," Jonathan replies in disgust, turning to face the guards.

A few minutes later, a crowd of agents and other employees are gathered together in the reception area outside Jonathan's office. Wainwright is one of the agents standing around. Suzanne is being questioned by one of the guards. They are standing in front of her desk. Jonathan, with his hands in his pockets, is observing the interrogation by his office door. Kulp, outraged, is pacing back and forth. Jonathan is watching his movement. Everyone else is still recovering from Agent 005, managing to get into the Central Intelligence building and coming across documents on the spyware. Suzanne is calm but appears a bit distraught.

"That's all I know," Suzanne tells the guard nervously.

There is a moment of silence before Jonathan speaks up. "Shouldn't we notify the police?" he asks casually.

Everyone except for Frank turns to face the self-made millionaire and businessman. They are staring at him as if he just asked a ridiculous question.

"Well, there was a break-in, and my desk had been tampered with," Jonathan replies, noticing the stares.

Kulp stops pacing and turns to face Jonathan.

"

This is a matter for the CIA only," Kulp firmly says while remaining calm. "We'll handle the situation. There has been enough threat to this project."

He walks over to Suzanne with a stern look. "How could you let this happen?"

"I don't know what to say, Mr. Kulp. The man had identification, and I received a phone call an hour ago from him. He told me he had received a call from Jonathan Hart to install a shoulder rest on his telephone," Suzanne replies.

"How do you know it was the same man you spoke to on the phone?" Jonathan asks.

"I recognized his voice, Mr. Hart," Suzanne says, turning to face Jonathan.

"Didn't you find it strange I didn't mention a phone technician coming in?"

"No, sir. Why should I? You had been working late. I thought the call might have been forgotten."

"You should have called Jonathan Hart before allowing that foreign agent into his office. Do you realize your carelessness has jeopardized this project?" Kulp asks, raising his voice.

"Now, Kulp, losing your temper and placing blame on someone isn't going to solve anything," Wainwright says patiently, coming to Suzanne's defense.

"Wainwright is right. Everyone, myself included, is upset by the KGB stealing classified information. We need to stay calm and think about what action should be taken before the project is jeopardized any further. Take steps to tighten security measures. If I may suggest, security should check out anyone who isn't an employee before permitting them in. In other words, confirm their identity," Jonathan recommends.

Kulp, dismissing Jonathan, turns to the guards. "Do what Hart recommended. Anyone who isn't an employee of this agency will not be permitted in without checking with me first. There will be no more espionage committed if you value your jobs," Kulp orders firmly, addressing the guards with a glare. He turns to look at the operatives, employees, and Suzanne before walking away.

The guards, in fear of losing their jobs, glance at each other. Everyone, except for Wainwright, Jonathan, and an older agent, who is in his seventies, walks off to go about their job. The agent is the same man who was eavesdropping on Jonathan and Frank in the Research and Development Center yesterday. His name is Coleman. He is in a state of nerves as he begins to feel the pockets of his suit, trying to find something.

Jonathan is looking at him, wondering if he had seen him somewhere before. The man reaches into his pocket and takes out a cigarette.

"This is very distressing," Coleman tells Wainwright, taking a cigarette lighter out of his other pocket. The lighter is an expensive brand. He attempts to light the cigarette, but he is too shaken up.

Jonathan walks over and takes the lighter from Coleman's hand that is shaking. "Allow me," Jonathan says gently, offering to light the cigarette.

Coleman places it into his mouth, and Jonathan lights the cigarette. He takes a moment to inhale the smoke. The agent is now calm. Coleman takes the cigarette out of his mouth before breathing a sigh of relief. Jonathan hands the lighter back to him.

"Are you all right?" Jonathan asks upon noticing the agent was agitated.

"I'm fine," Coleman insists warmly, giving Jonathan a reassuring smile. "I'm just distraught over that impostor tampering with your desk and snapping photographs of the classified papers," he claims, placing the lighter back into his pocket.

Jonathan stares at the agent, startled at something he just told him.

"You'd feel better if you gave up smoking," Wainwright suggests seriously. "I gave up cigars a year ago thanks to doctor's orders."

"I used to smoke as a young man," Jonathan says. "I gave up the habit after I retired from the Navy. You might want to consult with your doctor. Say, have we met before? I have a feeling I know you from somewhere."

"No, I spent most of my life working for the CIA. I doubt we traveled in the same circles that is until now," Coleman replies with a smile, barely able to hold back the uneasiness in his tone of voice. He senses that Jonathan saw him yesterday.

"I'm getting back to work," Wainwright says. He walks off, using his cane to help him find his way around.

"How did you know the foreign agent took pictures?" Jonathan asks, trying not to sound like he is cross-examining him in a court of law.

"I never said a word about photographs."

"Well, he didn't steal those confidential papers. He wouldn't have remembered what was written unless he was lucky enough to have a photographic memory."

"I see your point," Jonathan tells the agent though he can't stop wondering if he is telling the truth or working as a double-agent. He has a tone of uncertainty in his voice.

The Embassy of Russia That Night

The party has already started. There are crowds of people gathered about. The host and hostess are greeting their guests as they make their way over to them. The host and hostess are facing the grand staircase. The host is the Russian ambassador, and the hostess is his American wife. A butler collects the guests' coats as they enter the glorious hallway. The hall is full of essential politicians who are engaging in discussions along with their women companions. Wainwright is engaging in a conversation with Coleman.

All of the CIA agents, who were introduced to Jonathan, are present except for Kulp. Just as Kulp told Jonathan over the telephone, the occasion is formal. All of the guests, along with the host and hostess, are dressed in fancy and most formal evening attire you would expect for a party being held in a political and influential city like Washington, D.C. The front door opens. Jonathan and Jennifer enter.

Jonathan is wearing a tuxedo. Jennifer is dressed in a red silk evening dress; a matching wrap is draped over her right arm. She is carrying a golden evening bag that matches her earrings and necklace. Jonathan shuts the door behind him.

The couple looks around the hall, overseeing the crowd. They also notice their host and hostess who are engaging in a private conversation. The butler offers to take Jennifer's bag along with their coats. They hand him their warm jackets over to him. Jennifer decides to keep her purse with her. The Harts are about to approach the ambassador and his wife. The door leading to a room on the left side of the stairs opens.

An agent, in a black evening suit, quietly walks over to the couple. He is near the age of Kulp.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hart," he says sternly without coming off as harsh.

"Yes?" Jonathan asks, stopping to turn to face him along with Jennifer by his side. He is holding his wife's hand.

"Mr. Kulp wishes to have a word with you and Mrs. Hart now in private," the agent explains, gesturing toward the room he just exited.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances. They feel that if the CIA director wishes to have a word alone, something serious is on his mind. Jonathan, still holding onto Jennifer's hand, heads toward the room reluctantly. Coleman, who is still talking to Wainwright, witnesses the couple approaching the room. He watches as the Harts start to enter before turning his attention back to Wainwright.

Jonathan and Jennifer enter the room. Like the foyer, it's glamorous. Kulp is standing in front of the window at the back of the room, facing the grounds. Jennifer quietly shuts the door. Kulp, wearing a tuxedo, turns to them, a troubled look on his face.

"Good evening," Kulp says, finally breaking the ice as Jonathan and Jennifer wait to hear what he has to say.

"Good evening," Jennifer replies politely without a smile. There is a tone of hostility in her voice.

"What is this all about, Kulp?" Jonathan asks calmly. He doesn't want to waste words.

"Hart, I know all about it," Kulp replies, turning to look at them both in the eye. "I know you broke your word and told your wife the truth."

"Are you having me kept under surveillance?" Jonathan asks impatiently.

"Not anymore. I had one of our most trusted agents follow you after you left the agency the other day. You didn't strike me as the kind of successful businessman who could deceive his wife. I got word of you telling Mrs. Hart her father is alive and well soon after you left the restaurant. I'm extremely disappointed in you. I felt I should confront you and your wife. I thought here at the embassy was the only place to talk this disgrace out. I had to find a way to speak to you both in a way you wouldn't catch on to my intentions."

"Isn't confronting Jennifer and me at the Embassy of Russia risky?"

"No, I had the embassy combed before I made the call last night. There was no bug planted. I depended on you to keep Steven Edwards faking his death to yourself. I don't tolerate broken promises from anyone who works for me," Kulp replies, raising his voice. He is remaining calm though he is furious.

Jennifer is in a state of shock at the way the director of the agency is treating her husband. She feels anger rising inside of her. She has to refrain from speaking her mind. Jonathan is also furious at the way Kulp is acting towards him. He isn't going to tolerate Kulp ordering him around and refusing to take no for an answer any longer.

"Kulp, you asked Hart Industries to work on a secret project for the CIA. I'm the CEO of the company, and Jennifer is a member of the board. You asked for my services, but that doesn't make me an official agent or an employee!" Jonathan exclaims. He is walking over to the director of Central Intelligence. Jonathan glares at Kulp with anger. He is raising his voice now. "I am a businessman who takes my business ventures seriously, but if any of them involves deceiving my wife, I always put her welfare first. Other businessmen may put their job first, but I am not one of them. Jennifer has always been my top priority, and no top-secret for the CIA or any government agency will change that. If you don't like how I handle my affairs, then maybe you need to shut up! I even told you I didn't want to take on the project. I had been honest and upfront with you about my feelings from the beginning!"

"I don't like how the CIA conducts their affairs," Jennifer confesses firmly. She is, by this point, outraged! "You have no right speaking to Jonathan the way you did. You get my dad and ourselves caught up in top-secrets that involve deception and danger when you and your men can't protect any of your own!" Jennifer exclaims, barely able to hold back her temper. "The Central Intelligence Agency should have never stooped so low! Now, where are you keeping my dad?"

"His location is also confidential, Mrs. Hart," Kulp insists calmly, her words not changing his attitude. He is now trying to change his tone.

Jonathan steps up to Kulp even further. He is standing across from him face to face.

"Kulp, enough with this secrecy. I want my wife to know where her father is being kept hidden now!" Jonathan exclaims firmly. He has to control his temper.

"I'm sorry to put you through such pain and heartache, but I must stand firm in my decision," Kulp replies, turning to face Jennifer. He is softening a bit. He spoke to Jennifer gently.

"I'm sure you are sorry!" Jennifer exclaims sternly, glaring at Kulp.

Jonathan is also glaring at him. He and Jennifer continue to stare at Kulp before turning back to the door.

"I feel you should return to Los Angeles, Mrs. Hart," Kulp suddenly says as Jennifer is about to open the door. "You will be leaving tomorrow. You need to forget about your father and the work your husband is doing for the CIA. Let the agency handle the matter."

Jennifer and Jonathan turn back to face Kulp, incensed. They have never encountered a CIA agent who is so demanding and insensitive.

"I'm not returning home without Jonathan," Jennifer replies adamantly. "I won't leave my husband in Washington, where his life could be in danger. I have no intention or desire to go back to Los Angeles until I know for certain that dad is coming back alive and safe."

"Jonathan telling you your father is alive and Hart Industries is working for the CIA could jeopardize your lives," Kulp insists seriously while showing a look of concern for their safety.

"Thanks to you!" Jennifer exclaims with resentment. "If any harm comes to my husband or dad, then the CIA needs to learn to protect the average citizens when getting them involved. Jonathan and my father didn't ask to be caught up in intrigue and secrets."

"Back off, Kulp!" Jonathan orders, glaring at the man. "You've crossed a line! No one orders my wife around! I will use my connections to report you if you treat Jennifer with disrespect again!" Jonathan continues glaring at Kulp for a few moments before he responds.

"The President is waiting to meet you," Kulp replies calmly.

Jonathan nods and opens the door. Jonathan and Jennifer exit the room. Jonathan shuts the door behind them. Kulp stands staring at the door with a look of worry for the couple's safety.

A few minutes later, Jonathan and Jennifer are heading into the other room just off the hall. They have just finished greeting their host and hostess after meeting with The President of the United States and his wife. The place is crowded. More guests have shown up since their arrival. They pass a table where a male waiter is pouring wine into crystal glasses. Some people are standing in front of the table, waiting for their drink. An orchestra is at the back of the room playing.

Jonathan and Jennifer walk over to stand by the orchestra. They look around, observing all of the people at the embassy. Most of the guests gathered are influential and powerful politicians. Jonathan places his hands into his tuxedo. Jennifer, standing on Jonathan's right, turns to face him.

"Darling, could I have some wine?" Jennifer asks.

"Are you getting bored already?" Jonathan asks, managing a smile as he turns to face his wife. "No, but I wouldn't be upset if we are asked to leave," Jennifer replies with a smile.

Jonathan chuckles at Jennifer, making light of them attending a ball that they have no interest in making an appearance.

"We'll excuse ourselves after the dance, darling," Jonathan says softly. "I'll be right back." He walks off, leaving Jennifer by herself.

Jennifer notices across the way a dark-haired and attractive woman in a sexy dress. The lady appears to be flirting with older politicians. There are three of them gathered around her, exchanging smiles and laughing along with her. The first man is a senator; the second is the house speaker, and the last, a congressman. They stand near the entrance to the ballroom. Jennifer looks with disapproval at the politicians and woman. She shakes her head before turning her back away. Jennifer has just turned in time to see Jonathan returning with two glasses of wine in his hands. He walks up to her and starts to hand her a drink. Jennifer takes the glass and starts to sip the wine.

"What's the matter?" Jonathan asks, noticing the look of shock on her face. He is puzzled about what could have happened while he was away getting their drinks.

Jennifer, removing the glass from her lips, points her head toward the woman flirting with the politicians. Jonathan looks in that direction and notices the men's interaction with the dark-haired woman.

"They have some nerve flirting in public," Jennifer comments in disgust.

"I don't believe it!" Jonathan exclaims as a look of shock comes across his face.

"Why? We are in Washington, D.C. Politicians have been known to flirt and have affairs with attractive women all the time," Jennifer replies, holding the glass in hand.

"Suzanne!" Jonathan exclaims. He is still staring at the woman.

"Are you acquainted with her?" Jennifer asks about taking another sip of the wine.

"Yes. Suzanne is my secretary at the agency," Jonathan replies, turning to face Jennifer.

Jennifer is about to choke on the wine after learning the woman flirting with politicians out in the open is Jonathan's secretary.

"What?!!" Jennifer exclaims, stunned. She is about to spill the wine on the fancy antique carpet under her feet when she stops the glass from tipping over. Jennifer turns back to stare at the woman.

The woman has turned around, so her face is visible now. It's indeed Suzanne who has been a flirt! Her dress is a bit low cut. She is now laughing while smiling slyly. The Harts exchange glances. Suzanne carrying on with politicians has taken them by surprise. Jonathan and Jennifer look at each other appalled. They are speechless!

"Does Suzanne always wear such revealing clothes while at work?" Jennifer asks once, recovering from the shock.

Jonathan looks at Jennifer for a moment before answering. "No, she always dresses so conservatively."

Jennifer rolls her eyes before taking another sip of her wine. Jennifer turns her head around to stare at Suzanne for a moment. Jonathan is also staring at Suzanne. Jennifer, turning back to face Jonathan, ponders before making a reply.

"It appears she is one of those women who lives a double life."

"I wish I knew what she is doing here," Jonathan replies, growing suspicious of Suzanne. He suspects his secretary has a sinister motive for flirting with politicians. He and Jennifer witness Suzanne excusing herself after turning to look in the direction of the doorway.

Suzanne, smiling politely, is walking briskly over to the door. Coleman is standing in the doorway. He is smiling as Suzanne approaches him.

"Good evening, my dear," Coleman greets warmly. "It's such a pleasure to see you again." He extends his hand to Suzanne.

Jonathan and Jennifer are watching her. They witness Suzanne reaching into her purse and take out a key and a scrap of paper. Suzanne hands the key and scrap of paper to Coleman. Jonathan is even more suspicious of Coleman as he struggles to recall where he had seen him before. The couple continues to keep an eye on Suzanne, who is kissing Coleman on the cheek.

Just as Coleman starts to shake her hand, Suzanne slips the key and piece of paper to him. Jonathan and Jennifer notice their strange greeting. Suzanne, shaking his hand, makes polite conversation with the agent. Coleman moves Suzanne to his side on the left. They continue talking. Coleman, smiling, slips the key and paper into the side pocket of his tuxedo. Jonathan and Jennifer turn to face each other. Jennifer is now suspicious of Suzanne and Coleman.

"Doesn't their actions remind you of a scene from Hitchcock's Notorious?" Jennifer asks.

"Yes, darling, but it doesn't look like she handed him the key to the wine cellar," Jonathan replies in good humor while there is a tone of seriousness in his voice.

Jennifer, looking at her husband, rolls her eyes. Just as she lifts the glass to her mouth, Jennifer appears startled while still keeping an eye on Suzanne. Jonathan is sipping his glass when Jennifer turns to him.

"Jonathan, look!" Jennifer exclaims.

Jonathan turns to see the senator come up to the table where the wine glasses are handed out to guests. The politician says something to the waiter in front of him. The waiter nods his head. He reaches over to where the wine bottles are chilling in the ice-bucket behind him. Most of them have been used by now due to the millions of guests that have shown up.

The waiter picks up two bottles and two empty glasses, which he hands to the senator. The senator smiles at him in appreciation for giving him the bottles and glasses. He looks around the grand room, making sure no one is watching. The man smiles and turns to leave the room while whistling silently.

Jonathan turns back to stare at Suzanne, who is still flirting with the other influential men. She motions to the speaker of the house to listen into her ear. He obliges, and Suzanne whispers something into his ear. A naughty grin comes over his face. Suzanne once again reaches into her purse, which is behind her back in sight. She takes out a key, which she hands to him playfully. The speaker of the house winks at her playfully and takes the key from her. He slips the key into his side pocket and kisses Suzanne on the cheek. The speaker of the house turns to the congressman. He seems to be excusing himself. The man smiles while heading to the table where the wine is being served.

Jonathan turns back to Jennifer, who also has been watching.

"Suzanne certainly has them under her thumb," Jennifer comments in disbelief.

"I'll be back in a moment," Jonathan replies. He hasn't heard what Jennifer said, for his mind is on Suzanne's actions. Jonathan starts to walk away. He hands Jennifer his glass.

"Jonathan!" Jennifer exclaims with fear, for she knows very well what her husband is up to.

Jonathan, excusing himself, is making his way over to Suzanne while passing through guests in the crowded room. It is packed with guests by now. Jonathan is close to his secretary. Suzanne is standing by a window overlooking the back of the embassy. The congressman is standing across from her as she continues to flirt with him. Jonathan casually turns around as he is only a few feet away from Suzanne.

Jennifer observes her husband nervously and with curiosity. She wonders if eavesdropping will accomplish anything for Jonathan. She hopes that since he is so close, he won't be caught.

Jonathan, with his back, still turned toward Suzanne and the congressman carefully watches their interaction. He comes up directly behind Suzanne, laughing gayly at a joke the congressman just finished telling her.

"That was a good one!" Suzanne exclaims, still chuckling.

Jonathan turns to face the window in front of them. He pretends to be admiring the grounds.

Suzanne, who accidentally drops her purse, bends down to pick it up. As she does, Jonathan turns around and continues watching. The congressman bends down and picks up the purse for her. He hands it to Suzanne. Suzanne, smiling at the thoughtful gesture, takes her purse from the congressman. Just as the man is about to catch sight of Jonathan out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan turns back to stare out the window.

A door leading to the grounds opens, and a female guest hurries inside. She is about to shut the door when Jonathan approaches.

"Thank you, a breath of fresh air is just what I need," Jonathan whispers with a smile.

"But, sir, it's freezing out there!" the lady exclaims, baffled.

"Don't worry. The cold never affects me," Jonathan replies, stepping outside. He shuts the door as the lady shrugs.

She goes about her business. Now that she is out of sight, Jonathan opens the door, leaving it cracked. He stands directly behind the door, eavesdropping while pretending to be gazing into the night sky.

"You know it's such a shame you don't find the time to date. You are such an attractive man!" Suzanne exclaims coyly.

"And you are such an attractive woman! I sure feel a lot younger after meeting you tonight," the congressman replies with a smile, touching Suzanne's face.

"You know what they say. You're as young as you feel," Suzanne replies with a tone of sweetness in her voice. "You make me feel special. How about I cook for you one night? You could bring us a bottle of Champagne to enjoy."

"What night did you have in mind?" the congressman asks eagerly.

"Uh, say Tuesday night at eight o'clock?"

"Eight is quite late."

"Yes, but I am a working girl. I don't get off till six-thirty, and I know you want me to look my best," Suzanne replies seductively. She reaches into her purse and takes out a key, which she hands to him.

Jonathan and Jennifer watch as the congressman takes the key.

"Here is the key to my place. How about some glass of wine for us, congressman?"

Suzanne then whispers something into his ear. A devious grin comes over their faces.

"I'll meet you upstairs," the congressman replies seductively. "I'll keep the wine on ice." He kisses her on the cheek and slips the key into his pocket.

Jonathan and Jennifer witness the congressman head straight to the table where the remaining wine glasses are served. The Harts stare at Suzanne, who is smiling deviously. Jonathan can see from her expression on her face from where he is standing. He has a look that shows he is sure what Suzanne's motives are for flirting and seducing politicians.

Just then, Kulp enters the room. Jennifer notices his presence. The director of the Central Intelligence Agency is glancing around for two agents. He spots Wainwright and a younger agent in his early forties standing by the doorway, engaged in a conversation while sipping a glass of wine. Kulp walks over to them and interrupts to talk to the men.

Jennifer, sipping her glass of wine, which is almost empty, is staring at the guest to occupy the time until Jonathan returns to her side. She sees Coleman standing nearby, watching. He is staring at Suzanne with disappointment. Now that the congressman has left the party, she is flirting with another politician old enough to be her grandfather. Jennifer follows the agent's gaze. She is not surprised to see him staring at Suzanne while watching her interaction with the elderly politician.

The ambassador walks over to the table and notices there are only two bottles of wine left. He turns to the waiter.

"Williams, I see we are running low on wine," he says as Williams hands a couple their glasses.

"Yes, sir. Three influential men have already had more than their share," William replies, turning to the host. Jonathan has overheard the ambassador's conversation with his servant regarding the shortage of wine. He turns his head toward the back of the table and at once notices only two bottles left chilling in the ice-bucket.

"Please get more wine. I'll take care of the guest until you get back," the ambassador says as Jonathan continues staring at the remaining bottles. Jonathan, who is getting cold from being outside, is shivering. He walks back inside and quietly shuts the door all the way. Jonathan brushes past Suzanne and the old politician. He starts to hurry back to his wife's side when the ambassador notices him. He takes Jonathan aside.

"Mr. Hart, it's freezing outside. You could have caught a cold during this time of the year. What were you doing out there? If the party is a bore, you'll be glad to know the dance is going to begin any moment now."

"It'll give me a chance to dance with my wife. Thank you for letting me know," Jonathan replies, anxious to get back to Jennifer.

"Your wife is a vision of loveliness. I hope you will allow me one dance with Mrs. Hart."

"I am a gentleman, and this is your party," Jonathan says, starting to walk past his host.

"But you still haven't explained what you were doing out in the cold," the ambassador says, wondering why anyone like Jonathan Hart, who is such an intelligent businessman, would have a desire to be outside in the winter.

Jennifer is watching her husband's interaction with the ambassador impatiently. She worries he knows what Jonathan was up to. Jennifer is curious to know what Jonathan overheard Suzanne and the congressman saying.

"I wished upon a star. It's a habit of mine," Jonathan answers. It's the only explanation he can think of. He leaves his host and walks back to Jennifer.

The ambassador, who is walking back to the table, is staring at Jonathan. He is astounded by his answer.

"What a strange habit!" he mutters to himself.

Jonathan, returning to Jennifer, takes his glass.

"What was that all about?" Jennifer asks with concern as Jonathan gulps down the wine to warm himself up.

"Our host wondered what I was doing outside," Jonathan replies, holding the empty glass.

Coleman makes his way through the crowd.

"What did you tell him?" Jennifer asks as Coleman stands behind Suzanne, eavesdropping.

From the expression on Coleman's face, he appears jealous.

"I told him I wished upon a star," Jonathan replies as Coleman is starting to light a cigarette.

Jennifer gives her husband a look. She is about to open her mouth when the orchestra starts playing the waltz. Everyone in the room gathers to dance with their partner they came with. The only guests not showing an interest in the ball are Wainwright, of course, Kulp, and Coleman, who is glaring at Suzanne and her dance partner in contempt.

Jonathan is leading his wife around the dance floor, gracefully. The couple is smiling at each other. They are happy to finally have a chance to enjoy the party without being preoccupied. Suzanne and the older politician pass by the Harts while dancing. However, Jonathan and Jennifer take no notice of them as their eyes are only on each other. Jonathan continues leading his wife around the room until the waltz comes to a stop.

The orchestra begins to play a different waltz. By now, the other guest is starting to change partners.

"Darling, let's leave," Jennifer says as Jonathan lets go of her. They are standing by the door leading to the grounds. The entry is by the back of the room behind the orchestra. They are standing out of the way of dancing couples.

"Yes, we can make our own waltz back at the house," Jonathan replies, smiling at his wife.

Jennifer smiles. Jonathan starts to lead Jennifer out of the embassy when the ambassador walks over to them.

"Leaving so soon?" the ambassador asks. "The ball has only begun. My wife wants to dance with you, Mr. Hart, and I have been waiting all evening to have a chance to dance with the charming Mrs. Hart," he says, hopeful the couple will reconsider.

Jonathan happens to notice Suzanne sneaking out of the room. The politician soon walks out with a bottle of wine and two glasses. A key is sticking out of the front pocket of his tuxedo.

"That is very kind of you and your wife, but my husband is exhausted. He had been working all day. Please make our apologies to your wife," Jennifer replies gently with a warm smile.

Jonathan, noticing Coleman sneaking out with a bottle and two glasses, turns back to the ambassador.

"It was very generous of-" Jennifer starts to add when Jonathan cuts her off before she can finish what she was going to say.

"You know, on second thought, darling, dance with our host."

"WHAT?!!" Jennifer asks, taken aback by Jonathan's change of attitude. "But I thought you wanted to leave after the first dance," she says, turning to her husband. She is looking at Jonathan for an explanation.

Jonathan, suspecting what is going on with Suzanne, the politicians, and Coleman, decides he needs to act now to confirm his suspicions.

"She's all yours," Jonathan says, turning to the ambassador. He starts to walk away, leaving Jennifer to be the ambassador's dancing partner.

The ambassador, taking Jennifer in his arms, leads her around the floor with a beaming smile on his face. Jennifer reluctantly gives in as she observes Jonathan dashing out of the room. It occurs to her Jonathan left her alone with the ambassador to search for Suzanne and the politician after not seeing them anywhere. Jennifer also notices Coleman has disappeared too. It suddenly dawns on her Suzanne is possibly a spy. Jennifer turns her attention to her host as he begins to question her.

"Where did you get such a pretty dress?" the ambassador asks admiringly.

Jonathan is starting to hurry up the stairs when the same lady, who came into contact with him when he was about to exit the embassy to enter the grounds, is walking down the stairs. She stops as she witnesses Jonathan in such a rush. Jonathan, smiling, stops running to allow her to pass him.

"You know running gets the blood circulating. It's the perfect way to warm yourself," Jonathan says in response to the woman staring at him strangely.

The lady ignores Jonathan and walks past him. Jonathan decides he might arouse suspicion, so he walks up the final steps briskly instead. He reaches the landing. He quietly tiptoes around as he looks at all the rooms on that floor. The doors to the rooms are shut. Jonathan sighs, knowing he will have to listen in at every door in his search. He quietly and cautiously makes sure no one is around.

Jonathan walks over and looks down at the main floor. The hallway is empty entirely. Jonathan can only hear the waltz from downstairs. He turns around and returns his attention to the rooms behind him. In silently making his way to the first door, Jonathan stands against the door with his ears pressed. He doesn't hear one sound from inside. The room is silent. Jonathan is surprised when he unexpectedly hears a woman laughing hysterically from the last room at the corridor's end.

Jonathan, walking over to the room, has his back turned. The door leading to the first room opens quietly. The place is dark. Jonathan is unaware that someone knows of his presence, and he has been caught. The door is closed by someone dressed in a tuxedo, holding a bottle of wine. Jonathan is about to put his ear up to the door where the laughing is coming from. The female laughing has calmed down. She can only be heard chuckling.

Jonathan suddenly senses someone behind him. Just as he is about to turn around, the stranger hits him over the head with the bottle. The bottle shatters into pieces as Jonathan is knocked out cold. Wine has leaked out as the glass in the bottle has shattered. Jonathan is soaked with wine! Fragments of broken glass lay near his head. The attacker, looking down at Jonathan lying motionless, takes out his handkerchief to remove the glass near his head. He looks down at Jonathan before disappearing with the glass in the cloth he stole from his victim. Jonathan continues lying on the carpet, unconscious.

The chuckles and other sounds make it evident that Suzanne is sleeping with the politician come from the room. The sound of a wine bottle being popped open by a corkscrew is heard. Whispering is soon followed. The waltz is still being played as everyone in The Embassy of Russia does not know that Jonathan is injured. Jonathan continues lying motionless as a little bit of blood is starting to pour down his forehead.

Meanwhile, back downstairs, the waltz is coming to an end. While the ambassador continues leading, Jennifer is looking around for Jonathan. It has been minutes since Jonathan left. Jennifer is growing concerned, afraid some harm may have come to her husband. The waltz finally comes to an end. The host takes his hand off of Jennifer's waist.

"You are such a splendid dancer, Mrs. Hart," the ambassador says, complimenting her. "Thank you for allowing me this dance."

"Uh, excuse me. I think I better go look for my husband," Jennifer replies politely. She didn't hear one word her host said. Her mind is distracted. She is growing even more concerned now that the dance is over. Jonathan wouldn't leave her alone with another man for that length of time.

Her first dance with the ambassador had ended only a couple of minutes ago. Jennifer had been ready to stop dancing by then. However, Jonathan hadn't returned, and the ambassador was enjoying dancing with her. She felt she had no choice but to continue. She walks off as the orchestra prepares to play another waltz.

Jennifer politely excuses herself while passing every guest on the floor. Jennifer makes her way out of the room, passing Kulp, who has grown suspicious. He had noticed Jonathan disappeared. 

Jennifer is walking up the stairs briskly soon after. Jennifer, reaching the final steps, gasps at seeing the sight of Jonathan's head bleeding as he lies motionless. She hurries over to him in a state of panic. Just as Jennifer bends down to examine his head injury, Jonathan's eyelids slowly open. Jennifer, smiling in relief at her husband, regaining consciousness, places her arms around him. She helps lift him to his feet.

"Are you all right?" Jennifer asks, opening her purse to take out a handkerchief.

"Yes, but I definitely won't be drinking wine for a month," Jonathan replies with a sigh as Jennifer places the handkerchief on his hand injury. She is applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Let's get you home," Jennifer says as they start to walk toward the stairs.

The couple walks down the staircase. Kulp is glaring at them as they reach the bottom. An arm of his is on the railing resting.

"Is he all right?" Kulp asks gently as the Harts come face to face with him.

"Yes," Jennifer replies, quick-tempered. She is glaring at the director of the CIA.

"What were you doing upstairs?"

Jennifer shoots Kulp a stern look. "I think it should be obvious my husband was doing what should have been your job: following someone who may be a secret agent," Jennifer says, raising her voice.

"Please don't make a scene, Mrs. Hart," Kulp begs. "Did you see your attacker?" he asks Jonathan, turning to look at him.

"No, he knocked me out before I could see his face," Jonathan replies calmly. "I think I may know who the foreign agents are."

"You had no business interfering in CIA matters," Kulp says firmly. "Leave the investigation to me and my trained operatives. Let's speak someplace privately."

"NO! We are leaving, and if you don't let us pass, I'm going to let the President know how you conduct your affairs with the CEO of Hart Industries!" Jennifer exclaims, lowering her voice.

Kulp reluctantly stands aside as Jonathan and Jennifer head toward the front door. They take their coats from the butler. The couple throws their jackets over their arms and starts to walk out. 

Edwards House Soon After

Jonathan, who is wearing his pajamas and robe by now, is sitting up in bed, holding an ice-pack against his head's injury.

"I'm glad I'm not officially an agent," Jonathan remarks out loud.

"What did you say, darling?" Jennifer asks, entering the guest room. She is also wearing pajamas and a robe.

"I was just commenting I'm glad I'm not a CIA agent, darling," Jonathan replies, looking up at his wife. Jennifer is crawling into bed next to him. "I don't think being 007 is something I would enjoy daily."

"I'm glad you are not 007 either. We had enough danger doing our stay in Washington," Jennifer says seriously as she turns to face her husband. "Is your head still in pain?" she asks with concern.

"Yes, but my head stopped bleeding," Jonathan answers with a sigh. He has a look on his face that shows he has something on his mind.

"What are you thinking?" Jennifer asks, curious to know what all took place in his absence during the ball.

"What makes you suspect I have something on my mind?" Jonathan asks, forging ignorance.

"You have that look again," Jennifer replies sternly.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you," Jonathan says with a tone of regret.

"Jonathan, you got knocked out twice in one day," Jennifer replies, frustrated. "Am I going to have to become a widow before I find out what was going on? You said you were ready to leave, and then the next thing I know, you leave me alone to dance with the Russian ambassador. I don't want to find out from Kulp foreign agents had you cremated."

"All right. You made your point," Jonathan says gently. He places his hands around Jennifer's shoulders, kissing her on the lips to calm her down. "I think Suzanne is working for the KGB," he finally confesses. "I heard her and the congressman making love in one of the rooms before someone whacked me over the head with the wine bottle."

"So they were engaging in pillow talk," Jennifer concludes. "Rebel Rose," she comments.

"Who?"

"Oh, Rose O' Neal Greenhow, worked as a spy here in Washington in the 18th century. She was paid $2.7 million from the Soviets. You see, Rebel used charm to find out military information by interacting with influential men. She passed along information."

"You mean she used seduction as a way to obtain classified information out of them?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Rose wine and dined them. She would supply her unsuspected targets with oysters, wild turkey, and champagne while obtaining information. I remember reading at one dinner party Rose had learned that the Federals were planning to move into Virginia. She passed a coded message to Confederate General Pierre G. T. Beauguard inside a woman's hair bun," Jennifer continues with excitement in her voice as she indulges into Rebel Rose O' Neal Greenhow's history of espionage.

"Darling, I'm not feeling up to hearing about a female spy from years ago. Suzanne definitely appears to be a modern-day Rebel Rose. I wonder what she is being paid to find out about the project I'm overseeing for the CIA," Jonathan says wearily, interrupting his wife.

"I think it's about time you told Kulp you need a new secretary," Jennifer replies in a matter of fact manner.

"It's not against the law to be promiscuous. I need proof before I take my suspicions to Kulp."

"If you ask me, anyone who works for any government agency should be held accountable for being promiscuous, especially when they are not alone," Jennifer says with disgust. "Promise me you won't be left alone with Suzanne."

"That's going to be difficult since she is my secretary."

"I meant if she attempts to make you her next victim, don't give her the opportunity," Jennifer replies, giving Jonathan a look of warning.

A smile comes across his face. He takes Jennifer in his arms. "You know, darling, you'd make one hell of a director of the CIA," Jonathan says in a tone that shows he loves his wife's protective and fiercely loyal nature. "Want me to get Kulp to teach you the ropes?" he asks seductively.

"Only if I can be your only contact," Jennifer replies, smiling.

"I'll have Kulp be sure to have you checked out first thing in the morning."

"How can you be certain I'm not working for some foreign government? I could be wired as we speak," Jennifer says with a wink.

"I'll frisk you," Jonathan replies with a naughty grin. He reaches over to turn off the light while they embrace.

The room is covered in darkness. There are a few seconds of silence before Jennifer squeals.

"JONATHAN!!!" Jennifer exclaims, bursting out laughing.

"I told you I was going to frisk you," Jonathan replies playfully.

Central Intelligence Agency The Next Morning

The door to Jonathan's office opens, and Jonathan walks in. He looks to see Kulp standing behind his desk. Jonathan has his briefcase in his hand.

"Kulp," Jonathan says cordially, shutting the door behind him.

"Hart," Kulp replies in response to Jonathan's greeting.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Jonathan asks, walking over. He places the case down on the desk as he looks at the CIA director to explain why he is in his private office.

"Yes, come stand by me, please," Kulp requests.

Jonathan, curious as to what Kulp is up to, joins him behind the desk. Kulp opens a middle drawer on the left side to reveal a gun.

"I decided after your unfortunate attack last night you need a weapon to protect yourself," Kulp explains as Jonathan picks up the gun with great care. "It's a Walther PPK."

"If I remember correctly, a Walther PPK is the same brand James Bond used in Dr. No," Jonathan replies, impressed, looking at the semi-automatic pistol.

"Yes, Kulp says, taking the weapon from Jonathan. He is all business always, which is obvious by his tone and lack of enthusiasm at Jonathan's knowledge of Bond movie trivia. "Since you mentioned 007, I want you to stop playing James Bond. Just focus on your job of developing the spyware," he orders firmly without any trace of harshness in his voice. Kulp is placing the pistol back in the drawer.

"Kulp, I was only trying to find out who is spying on Project Wellman," Jonathan replies. "It was never my intention to take over the agents' job."

"Just keep your attention on the project. The CIA is capable of catching secret agents without any outsiders," Kulp insists, shutting the drawer.

"We both have the welfare of the project on our minds. I don't understand, especially after three of your brilliant men have been murdered and someone disguised as a phone technician got ahold of classified documents. Whoever these secret agents are, they have always been one step ahead, even before Hart Industries was contacted. You don't even know what move is going to be made next," Jonathan replies with frustration.

Meanwhile, Suzanne is standing outside the door, eavesdropping. She is smiling, relieved Kulp isn't going to learn from the CEO of Hart Industries he witnessed her strange interaction with Coleman.

"I got the situation well in hand, Hart. I have been with Central Intelligence for years. I know how to run this agency, as well as you run Hart Industries. I'm taking precautions to see to it no more secrets are being uncovered," Kulp says with confidence. "Now, I suggest you get to work. Mr. Radinski is waiting for you in the lab." He walks away, leaving Jonathan speechless at his calm attitude and strong belief the agency has everything under control. "Keep the gun with you at all times," Kulp tells him while opening the door without turning to look at Jonathan.

Suzanne has returned to her desk, resuming her responsibilities as a secretary. Kulp, reminded of something, stops to turn back to face Jonathan. "Oh, how is your head?" he asks with a hand on the doorknob.

"It's still aching a bit, but my head feels much better," Jonathan replies.

Kulp manages a smile before his face returns to his normal serious expression. He turns back to the door and leaves the office, shutting the door behind him.

Edwards House Later In The Morning

Jennifer, dressed in warm and comfortable riding clothes, is walking out of the front door. She starts to head away from the main house when the telephone inside begins to ring. Jennifer is walking on her way to the stables. George is approaching her. George, who in his forties, is wearing a brown and leather jacket with blue jeans. He has dark sunglasses on.

"I got the horse saddled up and ready for you, Mrs. Jennifer," George informs her.

"Thank you, George," Jennifer replies with a warm smile.

Walter, who has a jacket on over his clothes, is approaching Jennifer from behind.

"Your husband's office called. The caller asked to speak to you when I told her I couldn't give Mr. Hart's number out. Should I have the lady call back? I informed this Miss Waring you were going out for a ride," Walter tells Jennifer.

"No, I'll take the call. Jonathan asked me to answer any calls from his office while he is in downtown," Jennifer says. She turns back to George. "Would you please watch over my horse? Hopefully, I shouldn't be long."

George nods and starts to walk back in the direction he came. Jennifer turns around to Walter, and they begin to return to the house.

"I left the receiver off the hook in the living room, Mrs. Jennifer," Walter says once they enter the foyer.

"Thank you, Walter," Jennifer replies, entering the living room. She walks over to the table and picks up the receiver. "Kelly, good morning. Is something wrong?" Jennifer asks with concern.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your vacation, Mrs. Hart, but I'm concerned about the absence of one of the employees," Kelly answers.

"Which employee?"

"It's no one you would know. This employee was recently hired. He only took on the job days ago. The man seemed very reliable, so naturally, I was in shock when he never showed up."

"What was his position?" Jennifer asks, taking a seat.

"He was the new mail clerk."

"Isn't it possible he just decided to quit without giving notice?" Jennifer asks. She suspects his disappearance may somehow be connected to Jonathan's top-secret project for the CIA, but hopes the mail clerk's absence was just an unexpected coincidence. Through the years, Jennifer had learned anything strange was never a coincidence when mystery had a way of finding her and Jonathan regularly.

"If you met him, Mrs. Hart, you wouldn't get the impression he was the kind of person who would quit without notice. I mentioned him to Mr. Hart when he called because he was behaving overly conscientious."

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asks, growing more suspicious. She senses she is going to regret asking.

"He interrupted the call insisting he had papers that required Mr. Hart's signature. I told him I always signed for Mr. Hart whenever he is away from the office. His reaction was peculiar. The man threw the envelopes onto my desk. That was the last time I ever laid eyes on him. I talked to personnel just before I called your father's house. His file is missing."

A look of worry comes across Jennifer's face instantly the moment she heard Kelly's last words. If this man took on the job of a mail clerk only to leave without a word of explanation to anyone at Hart Industries, and now a file containing his personal information and resume has disappeared, then there was only one reason.

"What did he look like, Kelly?" Jennifer asks, becoming even more alarmed.

"Well, he was in his fifties or sixties. He spoke in a foreign accent," Kelly answers, much to Jennifer's dismay. The question catches her off guard. Kelly continues describing Agent 005 to her employer's wife. "The man was tall and heavy. He had a pale complexion and looked like he was one of those creepy spies from a Bond film."

Jennifer, with the telephone still in her hand, rises to her feet. She is speechless and uncertain about how to respond.

"Should I notify the police?" Kelly asks, sensing something is amiss.

"A foreign agent," Jennifer replies in a whisper. She is in shock and still processing all the details Jonathan's secretary had given her on the missing employee. Jennifer's mind is somewhere else, so she didn't hear Kelly's question.

"Mrs. Hart, are you still there?"

"He must have followed Jonathan to Washington," Jennifer whispers aloud to herself.

"What did you say?" Kelly asks, baffled by Jennifer's reaction.

Jennifer, with her mouth still open, is still recovering from the shock.

"Mrs. Hart?" Kelly says louder into the receiver to catch Jennifer's attention.

"What?" Jennifer asks, her mind returning to the call.

"Should I contact the police?"

"NO!" Jennifer exclaims with fear. "Contact the CIA," she answers impulsively. Her calm composure had returned after realizing the tone of voice she had spoken in response to Kelly's question. "I mean, don't do anything. I'll tell Jonathan."

Jennifer quickly hangs up the receiver and hurries out of the room.

"Walter," Jennifer says as Walter steps into the foyer. "I'm going downtown to do some shopping," she tells him, knowing she can't tell Walter the truth.

"Don't you want to change your clothing first?" Walter asks, referring to her riding attire.

"Why would I want to change clothes?" Jennifer asks, her mind still on the call. She heads toward the front door.

"What about riding, Mrs. Jennifer?" Walter asks as Jennifer starts out. He is wondering why she is in such a rush to go shopping.

"What about riding?" Jennifer asks as she shuts the front door. A moment later, Jennifer opens the door to pick up her purse, which is on a table. She walks out, closing the door behind her.

Walter stares after Jennifer. He had noticed she was preoccupied.

Central Intelligence Agency Immediately After

Vikta is sitting across the building that is the CIA headquarters in Washington. He is on a bench with a folded newspaper on his lap. The foreign agent is watching the comings and goings of people entering and exiting the building. It is around noon, so many agents and other people who work for the agency are leaving for lunch or attending to other business during their lunch hour. Vikta, turning around and picking up the paper, pretends to be reading while still observing employees. He is trying to be discreet so he won't be caught spying. The man continues passing the time with the newspaper held up to his face. A few minutes later, Coleman is exiting the building. Vikta folds the paper up and watches to see which direction the CIA agent will head in.

Coleman heads down a street. Vitka rises from his seat and begins to follow him. Agent 005, who had been seated out of sight, is following Coleman. The two foreign men keep their distance as they walk behind each other. Coleman continues walking. He is unaware of their presence. The agent stops, reaching into a side pocket to take out a cigarette along with his lighter. He places the cigarette into his mouth and lights it. The man inhales a few puffs of smoke. Coleman puts his lighter back and carries on walking with the cigarette in his hand.

Vikta and Agent 005, who had stopped walking when they noticed Coleman taking time to light the cigarette, resumes trailing him. Soon after, the men reach the long and brownish wall on the CIA headquarters' other side. Tall and huge trees cover the wall, that the building is entirely invisible. A long line of vehicles are parked on the side of the road as Vikta, Agent 005, and Coleman start to walk past. Sounds of traffic are audible on the crowded street. Vikta and Agent 005, a few feet away from Coleman, begin to walk slowly and silently as they are alone on the sidewalk. The foreign men don't want to risk Coleman hearing their footsteps or sense their presence.

Coleman and the other two men finally pass the wall. They come upon the end of the sidewalk before approaching another one directly across. Walking past three traffic lights side by side, the men are coming to the United States Institute, a non-profit organization. The men start to head by the building. They are reaching more trees and a lamp post by the front of the institute. There is still traffic passing by. Vikta and Agent 005 suddenly start to run toward Coleman as they come to two trees beside a flagpole near the building's side.

Coleman, hearing their footsteps, turns around to see who is behind him. A look of surprise and fright comes over his face as he seems to recognize Vikta and Agent 005. Coleman gasps as they rush up to him. Coleman can't react as the two foreign agents grab his arms with such strong force he is in pain.

Vikta has him by the right arm while Agent 005 is holding onto his left. The cigarette falls to the pavement as Coleman is struggling to break loose. The pain in his arms increases as he winces. Coleman is breathing hard as his head starts burning up. Coleman looks like he is going to suffer a stroke. His heart is racing as he struggles with the foreign agents. He is in fear for his life as he pulled against his will beside the trees.

Coleman, desperate to be free, continues to put up a fight. Now they have Coleman where they want him, Vikta, and Agent 005 release their hands. Coleman sighs in relief as they corner him. He is still hurting after being grabbed in such a ruthless manner. He looks at the two men in panic.

"What do you want?" Coleman asks, his voice cracking.

"I want to know why you haven't contacted us!" Vikta exclaims heatedly. He is glaring at him through his dark and shady-looking glasses along with Agent 005. "We want the information on the spyware, and we want it now! Our contact in Russia has gotten wary of you, and we are running out of patience! You won't be paid the two million dollars if we don't get the information! I know you were attending a ball last night at the Embassy of Russia. Word got to me that you knocked Jonathan Hart out. Is this how you occupy your free time by socializing with Suzanne instead of giving us the coded message she slipped to you? You were given instructions to pass on the code after leaving the embassy at once! We don't tolerate those who do not carry out orders!" Vikta gives Coleman a chance to speak up.

"I couldn't leave the party so soon without Kulp or Wainwright noticing," Coleman replies with definite assurance.

"Never mind! Just give me the piece of paper with the code!"

Coleman looks at Vikta nervously before replying. "It's not on me," Coleman insists reluctantly.

Agent 005, with such strength, places his heavy foot down on Coleman's foot. Coleman winces in pain as the foreign man continues to hold his foot down with all of his weight, causing the agent physical and unbearable suffering. He is badly aching as sweat is coming down his forehead. Agent 005 continues to torment Coleman, waiting for him to crack at any moment.

Vikta, concerned they may be sighted, decides to stand in front of the men. He stands watching for anyone coming by. Coleman is loudly wailing as he can't stand being tortured any longer.

"That's enough," Vikta says calmly, knowing the CIA agent may be willing to talk now. He turns around to face Agent 005 and Coleman, leaning down to feel his foot, still aching.

"That scrap of paper is inside my jacket," Coleman tells Vikta in a soft voice. His voice is cracking and tired. The attack has worn him out not only physically but emotionally. He is very much a beaten man: exhausted and his nerves shot.

Vikta reaches in and feels for the inside pocket. He finds it inside Coleman's jacket and feels like what is paper in the pocket. Vikta takes out what is a scrap of paper and looks at it. He is satisfied and places a scrap of paper on the inside of his coat.

"What do you need the code for?" Coleman asks. "The bug was planted inside Hart's office, and you have photographs of the documents. Suzanne is working for you from inside the building. It'll be quite sometime before the spyware is completed and ready to be put to use."

"The information is not enough, and so far, Jonathan Hart hasn't discussed the spyware anymore in his office," Vikta explains willingly. "If you don't want to meet the same fate as your late three fellow operatives, Hart must not discover that bug."

"Kulp had his office combed for bugs, but Suzanne removed it from the receiver. She placed the device somewhere where Hart will never think to look."

"What about Steven Edward's location? Where is Hart's father-in-law being held?"

"I have no way of knowing. Kulp only knows. He would never jeopardize putting his life at risk. Kulp is very disturbed about losing three operatives whom he considered intelligent and the best."

"Find a way to get that information, Coleman! We may need to use Hart's father-in-law as leverage if it becomes necessary."

"You'd kill an older and retired CIA agent?!!" Coleman asks in shock. He is appalled by the threat of Steven Edwards.

"I never said a word about killing. There are other ways to receive cooperation. You just get that information to us within a few days. In the meantime, I want you to perform another task for my government."

"Orders have come from our contact for you to sneak into the lab," Agent 005 says. "You are the only person who has access to the Research and Development Center."

"He wants you to sneak in at dark after-hours," Vikta adds. "It's orders to get your hands on the designs and plans. He expects clear photographs."

"No, I can't do that," Coleman replies firmly and adamantly. "It's too risky. I could get caught. There is a guard who makes his rounds every ten minutes. I'd never get away with taking pictures. I promise I'll continue keeping an eye on Hart and Radinski."

"Very well. You just continue keeping us up to date," Vikta replies calmly while remaining firm. He reaches into a side pocket of his suit and takes out a packet containing an expensive and particular cigarette brand. He holds the box out to show to Coleman, who is impressed by his lavish taste in cigarettes. Vikta takes out a cigarette, which he hands to the CIA agent.

"You need to relax. Have one of my cigarettes," Vikta offers with a warm smile. "It's my favorite brand. They'll work wonders for your nerves."

Coleman looks at Vikta, startled by him accepting his refusal to sneak into the Research and Development Center. He is not sure what to think of the gesture but slowly accepts the cigarette. Vikta and Agent 005 walk off, leaving the CIA agent alone at last. Coleman stares after the two spies, wondering if he had bit off more than he could chew. He is terrified for his life. Coleman looks at the cigarette Vikta had offered him.

Meanwhile, Jennifer is racing down a street in a gray rental car. She is heading into Washington, D.C., from Georgetown, a neighborhood where her father's house is located northwest of the state. Jennifer is driving fast but staying within the speed limit. Jennifer, with both hands on the wheel, is looking directly at the road. However, her mind is focused on getting to the Central Intelligence Agency as quickly as possible to tell Jonathan all about the call she received from his secretary. She is passing The George Washington University on her right on the one-way street. A cab appears out of nowhere, forcing Jennifer to step on the brakes. She sighs in relief. She rolls her eyes with annoyance as the taxi drives past her.

Jennifer, taking her foot off the brakes, starts driving again while eying both sides of the street as a precaution if in case another vehicle decides to live dangerously. Soon up ahead, she is exiting the traffic circle when she notices traffic has come to a standstill. Jennifer sighs in frustration. The power lines on the side of the street are down. A bucket truck parked on the road is lifting men employed by the power company to safely repair the high-voltage wires. Jennifer, witnessing the men attempting to fix a traffic lamp post on the right side of the sidewalk, takes her hand off of the wheel. She sits back impatiently, knowing the men will take a while to get the light working again. Jennifer, anxious to reach the agency, moves her hair back with her hand.

Central Intelligence Agency Immediately Following

An elevator is reaching a floor on the building. The doors open, and Jonathan steps off the empty elevator. He starts to head down a corridor. A few young and intelligent men, who are wearing lab coats, walk past Jonathan. He is on his way to the lab.

"Mr. Hart," one of them greets upon recognizing the CEO of Hart Industries.

"Good afternoon," Jonathan greets back without making eye contact.

Coleman, who is lighting the particular brand of cigarettes, is walking down the hall. He is approaching Jonathan.

"Good afternoon, Hart," Coleman greets nervously while trying to hide his anxiety.

"Oh, hello, Coleman," Jonathan replies, stopping to greet the man back. "What happened to the other brand?" he asks, noticing the high-dollar cigarette. He stares at the cigarette in wonder. Why would someone, especially a man of Coleman's age, suddenly smoke a new brand of cigarettes?

"A friend recommended it," Coleman says as if he just got caught committing a crime.

Jonathan notices Coleman's state of nerves and is worried something is seriously wrong with him. Coleman looks like he has been suffering from insomnia. After his encounter with Vikta and Agent 005, the CIA agent is deeply troubled, which Jonathan senses.

"I think you should make an appointment with your doctor," Jonathan replies with concern.

"I just haven't been sleeping well. This job can get to you after you have been with the agency for years," Coleman insists, raising his voice a bit. He feels like Jonathan is going to cross-examine him. "Kulp is expecting me," he says, brushing past Jonathan.

Jonathan turns to watch Coleman head down the corridor briskly. Coleman presses the down button upon reaching the elevator. The door opens soon after, and Coleman steps on. Jonathan turns his head around and continues walking. Coleman presses a button for the floor he needs to get off on. He places the cigarette into his mouth as the doors close.

Jonathan is reaching the lab when, unexpectedly, a booming explosion comes from the elevator. He is shocked by the disturbing sound he just heard. Jonathan instantly turns back to stare at the elevator in horror!

To Be Continued............