JADE

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Jim Phelps ...... Peter Graves

Rollin Hand...... Martin Landau

Cinnamon Carter.. Barbara Bain

Barney Collier... Greg Morris

Willy Armitage... Peter Lupus

Guest Cast

Noel Drake.......... Patrick Macnee

John Downing........ John Saxon

Carol Woods......... Hope Lange

Dr. Franklin Stone.. Jeremy Kemp

Albert.............. Noel Harrison

Maid................ Ellen Corby

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Cinnamon met Jim's eyes across the room and smiled hesitantly. "Are you sure about this, Cinnamon?"

"Yes, I've given it a lot of thought, Jim, and this is something I must do ‑ for many reasons."

Phelps nodded, flicking the ashes off the end of his lit cigarette and into the fireplace. It would be a difficult change for all of them to adjust to, especially given the unique and unusual set of circumstances.

"As long as you're certain. I don't want you to do anything you have reservations about.”

"I know that, Jim, and I appreciate your concern, but really, I'm sure of this. It isn't a decision I've made in haste. My only worry is... the others."

"I'll tell them, Cinnamon."

Again she smiled hesitantly. There was so much she wanted to tell everyone, but there just wasn't enough time. Her plane left at 8am the next day and she still had a great amount of packing to do. Reaching for her purse on the coffee table, Cinnamon fished inside for a moment then produced a set of keys. As she rose, Jim crossed the room to join her. She placed the keys in his hand.

"Just in case "

"I understand, Cinnamon... Good luck "

He caught her hands and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She nodded and met his eyes briefly, then left his apartment. She didn't want him to see that she was having second thoughts, but that was normal, given what she was about to do and the rapidity with which it had all taken place.

On the way down in the elevator, Cinnamon sighed. Noel would be waiting for her when her plane landed at Heathrow in two days. She had an overnight layover in New York the next day, then her plane would land mid‑evening London time the following day. They would spend that night in London, then begin the car journey to his estate in a secluded costal area about two hours outside of London. Her new life would begin. In spite of the changes to her life this decision would bring, Cinnamon was excited about it. Noel Drake was one of the world's most eligible bachelors. Only a few years older than herself, he'd made his fortune exporting fine Irish linens, expanded his business holdings to encompass a wide variety of areas, including rare artwork, computer technology, and precious gem and mineral mining, but it was their mutual interest in art which had brought them together.

Cinnamon had spent her vacation in France the year before, much of her time devoted to admiring the vast treasures held by the Louvre Museum. She had been so absorbed in studying the Davids that Cinnamon had not seen Noel until they had already, literally, bumped into one another. After mutual apologies they'd begin to talk. That talk had led to dinner at an intimate café not far from Cinnamon's hotel, and several more trips to the Louvre ‑ together ‑ as it was impossible to see all of the exhibits in a single visit.

The elevator stopped and Cinnamon stepped into the lobby of Jim's building, then left it to find her car. It took her nearly 45 minutes in the late rush hour traffic to drive what usually only took 20 minutes, and she had no chance to let her mind wander from her driving, but once she was safely back in her apartment, finishing up the picking, Cinnamon again allowed her thoughts to return to Noel. After that initial meeting at the Louvre, the romance could be termed nothing less than whirlwind. She knew Noel had fallen in love with her when they'd gone dancing after the opera. And now, a fortune in overseas phone calls later, she was on her way to Noel's English estate ‑ to become his wife.

Cinnamon Carter, former fashion model and secret agent sighed as she looked down at the engagement ring Noel had sent her by special messenger. It was an exquisitely craved jade stone surrounded by diamonds and emeralds. A ring to match her smile and her eyes Noel had said. The ring was not what had prompted Cinnamon to accept Noel's marriage proposal. As she'd told Jim, it was something she had to do ‑ for many reasons.

But Cinnamon did have one regret ‑ the fact she wouldn't be able to say goodbye and explain it all to the rest of the team ‑ to Barney, Willy and Rollin. Jim had known of her involvement with Noel but Willy and Barney had not, and she'd not told Rollin everything concerning her relationship with Noel B it was something she simply had not been able to do. It would be quite a shock to them, Rollin especially. They had been good, close friends for a long while, much closer than they let on or anyone suspected. Cinnamon hoped that he would understand, hoped that she would someday, somehow be able to explain it all to him.

Closing the last of her suitcases, Cinnamon locked them, glanced around to be sure she'd not forgotten anything, then ordered a cab for early in the morning. She was too keyed up to rest now and would sleep on the airplane. Her years as an agent had at least taught her how to sleep anywhere at any time.

Jim Phelps watched the door close behind Cinnamon Carter, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hoped she was doing the right thing. Cinnamon was not an impulsive or careless woman. He was certain she'd given her decision a great deal of thought, and for her own reasons had accepted Drake's offer of marriage. And there was nothing more he could do for her. Cinnamon was on her own, away from the support and caring of people who would give their lives for her, of fellow agents whom she'd called friends as well. Jim hoped Noel really did love her, that the man truly had some feelings for her, and Jim wished her well in her new endeavor.

Turning, Phelps looked at the set of keys she'd given him - an extra set to her apartment and car just in case anything went wrong and he would have to take care of things for her. Jim shook his head as he reached for the dossier of IMF agent photos. He sat and opened the folder, leafing through until he found Cinnamon's color photo, taken from the cover of a fashion magazine. He smiled gently, sadly, as he pulled it out, then placed it in a separate

debriefed section. He would have to find someone to fill in for Cinnamon on the team. It would not be easy. He would also have to find a way to tell Rollin, Barney and Willy ‑ soon. Cinnamon had said that no one knew of her engagement to Drake but himself and Noel's personal aide, John Downing. But, as one of the wealthiest bachelors in the world, there was always speculation

by the press as to whom Drake might be seeing. Once word of Cinnamon's arrival reached the press, the news would be spread across all the tabloids worldwide. Jim did not want his people to find out that way. With luck, he still had a couple of days before it became critical.

Cinnamon emerged from customs inspection to the flash of indoor photography. Momentarily blinded, she did not see Noel Drake approach, but as he called to her and she looked about to locate where his voice had come from, a smile crossed his face that was captured by the photographers.

"Cinnamon!"

"Noel." 

He kissed her lovingly, ignoring the photographers and reporters calling to them to get their attention. He didn't care they had somehow learned of Cinnamon's arrival nor that their photos would be plastered across newsstands worldwide before the end of the week if the tabloids kept to their reputations of fast sensationalism. He only cared that Cinnamon was with him, and as she looked up to meet his eyes, his love for her was reflected there.

"I have the car waiting outside."

"Good. "

Noel put his arm around Cinnamon's waist and hurried her out to the waiting car, pushing their way through more reporters. All were ignored and Drake visibly relaxed when they were inside the relative safely of the automobile. Cinnamon could hear the driver loading her luggage into the trunk B boot B of the car, and she looked at the man beside he as he took her hand.

"Perhaps now we can say a proper hello."

He took her in his arms for a long kiss, then held Cinnamon tightly for

several moments.

"I've missed you, My darling. "

"And I'm sure your phone bill reflects it!"

Noel laughed guiltily and met her eyes.

"I must apologize for all that chaos. I don't know how they learned of your arrival, nor how they connected it to me. "

AIt's all right Noel. Reporters have their ways of finding things out. And I'm certainly used to the pop of flashbulbs. I guess I'll just have to become accustomed to the publicity being your wife will bring us.@

"Perhaps, but not at the expense of our privacy."

Her reaction prompted Noel to bring her closer for another kiss, then Cinnamon settled into his arms as their driver got in and started the car. He inched forward into the main stream of traffic, glad to be away from all the reporters.

Cinnamon glanced up at Noel as he held her contentedly. His dark eyes were bright with happiness and his dark hair reflected the lights from the cars behind them. She sighed, knowing there could no longer be any turning back, and hoping Jim found a way to break the news to the others before those photos hit the stands.

Rollin Hand paid for his cigarettes and turned to leave the shop. Suddenly his eye caught sight of something on the cover of a cheap tabloid he'd never expected to see. He grabbed for it, not wanting to believe the headlines declaring that American fashion model Cinnamon Carter would soon wed wealthy international industrialist Noel William Drake IV. Without conscious thought, Rollin paid for the paper and walked out of the shop, studying the photo with intense hopes that he would find some clue, some proof that it was an old photograph. He knew Cinnamon had spent some time with this man on her vacation last year, but she had never indicated there had ever been anything more than a casual friendship between them on her part.

With a growing knot in his stomach, Rollin hurried to the nearest phone booth. He had to know if Cinnamon was aware of this sensationalism. He dropped in the money and dialed her number. The knot grew larger when a recorded phone company message told him the number was no longer in service. Returning the receiver to its hook and retrieving his money, Rollin stepped back onto the street. Not wanting to panic for no real reason, Rollin carefully considered what it could all mean. Perhaps Cinnamon was on an extended assignment. But if that were the case, she would have somehow let him know she was going. Hand had a terrible feeling that something was not right about it all. He glanced up at the tall buildings then smacked the newsprint against his clenched fist. There was only one other person who might be able to clear this up, and he was to meet with Jim in a few minutes anyway. Heading for his car, Rollin hoped he could make the meeting a bit early and talk this over.

Jim Phelps glanced at his watch as the doorbell rang, knowing it was Rollin Hand. Willy Armitage and Barney Collier were already there, and they exchanged glances as Jim uneasily crossed the floor to open the door.      

"Rollin...@

"Sorry I'm late, Jim, I got caught behind a minor accident. Will, Barney."

"Hi, Rollin."

"Rollin."

Knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate on whatever this meeting was about until he had his doubts put to rest, and noting that Cinnamon was definitely not present, Rollin unrolled the tabloid and handed it to Phelps.

"Jim, do you know anything about this?"

Phelps glanced at the photo and headlines, sighing deeply. He tossed the publication down on the table before Willy and Barney then lit up a cigarette.

He nodded slowly.

AYes, Rollin, I do... That's sort of what I wanted to see all of you about today."

"Is there any truth to it?"

Jim looked up to meet Rollin's gaze, then glanced at the other two. "It's true."

Rollin felt his insides tie themselves into a huge knot while he forced himself to stay calm and not react too strongly on the outside. He remained silent, wanting to hear what Jim had to say about it.

"Jim?"

He flicked his cigarette into the fireplace and watched it burn in the flames, then turned to face the rest of the team.

"I... had hoped to tell all of you this before it hit the newsstands, but I suppose news of this sort is what the readers want and they can't sit on it. Cinnamon came to me less than two weeks ago to hand in her resignation. She'd met this Drake while in Paris last year. They had a... fast romance, have been in touch ever since. Ten days ago he sent her an engagement ring. She left for London four days ago. "

"That... doesn't sound like Cinnamon, Jim. Did she give any reason for this abrupt change?"

"Nothing specific, Barney. She only said she'd given it a lot of thought and it was something she had to do ‑ for many reasons."

Barney's eyes narrowed slightly as Jim turned away and his gaze shifted to Rollin. Although it had never been acknowledged, Barney had always suspected that Cinnamon and Rollin were closer than they let on; they had a rapport with one another unlike that anyone else on the team shared. Rollin seemed to be taking the news too calmly. Was it only an act then? Did he know something the rest of them didn't? Barney's eyes went back to Jim. He too knew more than he was admitting ‑ he had to. Jim was not the kind of man who would accept reasons like those Cinnamon had given without making more of it, unless...

AYou all know as well as I do that Cinnamon will be... how can I say it 'kept track of' by other operatives, simply because of her involvement with and knowledge of this team, but Cinnamon made the choice to become inactive. I'm afraid there's nothing more to be done..."

"Does she really love him, Jim?"

"That's something only Cinnamon can answer, Barney."

"Jim, what happens now?"

"We'll be able to function for a little while with just the four of us, Willy, but we'll have to start working other agents into our assignments, to find one we are all comfortable working with on a somewhat regular basis.@

They all nodded their understanding, then glanced at Rollin, who had said nothing in response to the news. Jim could tell he was deeply troubled - confused - by this. His back was to them and his hands clenched nervously at his sides. But when he turned toward them, his face was impassive. He met their gazes with a level one of his own, then a peculiar smile crossed his lips.

"Cinnamon always was a lady full of surprises... Was there anything else, Jim?"

"No, that was all."

Hand nodded. He crossed to the table and picked the paper up from where it still lay before Barney and Willy. He glanced at the cover again B it was a terrible picture of Cinnamon, she would have had a fit if she had seen it before it hit the stands B then strode to the fireplace. Shaking his head in denial, he tossed the newsprint into the fire and watched it burn. With a last glance at the others, Rollin left Jim's apartment, still shaking his head. The door closed behind him.

Barney watched apprehensively, then looked at Jim.

"Will he be all right?"

"He will. Cinnamon suggested he might not take it as calmly as would be normal for Rollin B for whatever reasons other than friendship, she didn't say. But yes, he'll be all right, Barney, and this change will be good for all of us. It can be dangerous to become too comfortable working with the same agents all the time."

Willy and Barney nodded, knowing full well what Jim meant. And Rollin would be fine. He was a professional, just like they were. He'd let nothing interfere with the performance of his duties.

The calm displayed on his face and in his manner were totally opposite to what Rollin was really feeling. He could not B would not B accept the fact that Cinnamon had left the country to marry another man without even telling him. It just wasn't possible. He knew her too well. Cinnamon had told him of the time she'd spent with Drake, had told him of the man's love for her, and assured Rollin it was not mutual. She liked Noel Drake, he was a nice person and they had many interests in common, but whatever it took to spark a romance was not there. That discussion took place not long after she'd returned from her vacation just eight months before, on a weekend trip they'd managed to arrange with nearly as much cloak and dagger involved as some of their missions.

But if she really did intend to marry this Drake... Could it have been something he'd done or said?

Reviewing what he recalled from the past few months, Rollin was certain he'd done nothing to hurt Cinnamon or turn her away from him. True, they'd not had as much time together as either of them would have liked. It had been a busy few months for the IMF, resulting in very little leisure time, but what time they'd had together had been good. Rollin was certain Cinnamon loved him, as he loved her. None of this made sense. He knew her well enough to be certain when she wasn't being truthful, and she had always been honest with him ‑ about everything. What could be going on!? It had to be an assignment she was on, yet Jim seemed convinced she had gone off to marry this Drake fellow, and if Jim thought that... It was not adding up.

As he stepped into the early evening bustle of the city, Rollin glanced at his car then decided he would have to come back for it. He needed to walk, he needed to clear his head, and he needed to get rid of the sinking feeling that told him the next time he saw Cinnamon it would be a very unhappy meeting, one that would not give him the answers he needed to understand why she had left without so much as a goodbye... Perhaps he could do some checking on his own through his own sources and contacts. He had to be certain of what had prompted this decision on Cinnamon's part before he could accept the reasons given for her departure.

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Once settled in her room overlooking the formal gardens on Noel's estate, the rounds of parties began. All of Noel Drake's friends and business associates wished to meet the woman who had so captured his heart. A month later, after the party at which Noel and Cinnamon had formally announced their engagement, Noel saw his bride‑to‑be to her door as she sighed contentedly and leaned her head on his shoulder. Cinnamon gave the impression of having had just a touch too much champagne, but the occasion had called for it. They stopped outside her door and Noel took Cinnamon in his arms for a long kiss. When he released her, their eyes met and Cinnamon smiled shyly.

"Happy, My Darling?" 

AMmmmm....@

"Now that our engagement is official..."

Noel grew slightly more aggressive in his approach, pulling Cinnamon to him more tightly. He kissed her deeply, his hands moving up her sides to rest on her hips and pull her even closer. Cinnamon pushed herself away, smiling sweetly as their eyes met.

"That would spoil our wedding night."

"Cinnamon..."

"Noel, please? I'm a very proper person, you know that, and I really believe we should wait until we are married. "

Noel sighed heavily, then nodded. He could refuse Cinnamon very little, even if it meant he would be frustrated until their wedding night.

"All right... Let's be married tomorrow."

Cinnamon chuckled lightly, more from the assumed influence of the champagne than anything else. But in the back of her mind she also sensed he was half serious. Not yet. It was too soon. Instead she tut‑tutted him and shook her head. 

"Silly. We could never have all the arrangements completed by then. I've only had one fitting of my gown. "

"Then when?" 

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I really must get some sleep, or you will have a very tired bride on our wedding night."

Drake nodded then kissed her goodnight.

He saw Cinnamon enter her room and close the door, a frown crossing his face. He turned toward his room on the other side of the hall and at the far end of the house when his personal aide, John Downing, called to him from the top of the stairs.

"Noel?"

"What is it, John? I'm tired."

"That call from Peking is waiting."

Immediately alert, Noel followed the other man down the stairs and into his study, closing the door firmly behind them.

Cinnamon leaned against the door with relief when she heard Noel walk off. Her sensitive ears picked up Downing telling him he had a phone call, and they went downstairs together. Cinnamon understood that if Noel wanted her to know what the call was about, he would tell her at a later time. Certain there was no one in the hall, not even a maid, Cinnamon carefully locked her door then began to prepare for bed. Noel would not understand her desire to have that locked door between them, but it made her feel much better, and she would continue the practice for as long as she could. 

More shaken by Cinnamon's abrupt departure than he wanted anyone to know, Rollin was grateful for the lull in IMF activity. He didn't know if Jim was purposely giving them a chance to adjust to the changes they faced, but he took the opportunity to work in a way he hoped he would never have to leave B acting. It wasn't a major production, just a short run ‑ two to three months from the first rehearsal to closing night ‑ of a new piece. It was fun; it got his mind off other matters, and that was what Rollin felt he needed most.

But no matter how busy he was ‑ learning lines, blocking, costume fittings, and just the normal everyday affairs of running his life, Rollin could not get Cinnamon totally out of his thoughts. She would pop into his mind at the most unusual times and especially at night as he tried to relax enough to go to sleep. After a few nights of that he stopped fighting it and let thoughts of her come. It was the only way he would be able to sort all of this out ‑ if he allowed himself to deal with it rather than suppress it until he had more data.

Rollin wasn't quite sure when his personal feelings for Cinnamon had become so strong. It had been a gradual thing, starting a couple of years before when Dan Briggs was head of the team. Assignments together – sometimes just the two of them ‑ had helped to strengthen the feelings Rollin felt for Cinnamon almost from their first meeting. They had dated seriously for quite some time, grown very close to one another ‑ in a mental and physical way ‑ and had developed a friendship much deeper than what they shared with any of the others. Rollin knew that if circumstances were different, he would easily be more than willing to spend the rest of his life with Cinnamon Carter, willing to make their relationship legal and open, something they dared not even hint at so long as they were both still active agents. There would be too many complications were their relationship made common knowledge. He thought Cinnamon had felt the same way. She'd implied as much several times. Talks long into the night had revealed things about one another Rollin was certain no other living person was aware of. And while their nights together in the intimacies of lovers were not as many as they'd like, it was not because of a lack of desire to be together, but rather the knowledge they dare not, for fear of being discovered, for fear of becoming so involved with one another that it would cause severe complications in their professional relationship. Their time apart had only given Rollin the opportunity to fantasize about the nights they could be together, about a time when they would always be able to be together.

That was why none of this was making sense... Rollin felt, in a sense, as if he had been betrayed, turned over to the enemy for torture. It was easy to feel that way ‑ Cinnamon had left no word for him, given him no indication that Drake was anything more than a casual friend. Yet all of his own private investigations and inquiries revealed just the opposite. Plans for an elaborate wedding were underway at the Drake estate outside of London.

Something was wrong. Had he missed some sign, some signal on her part? Rollin doubted it. He felt he knew her well enough to know when Cinnamon wasn't being truthful. She was not a deceitful woman nor was she the kind who used another ‑unless an assignment called for it‑ and then she had guilt feelings for a time afterward. This was all so unlike Cinnamon that Rollin simply could not believe she had run off to get married. He was missing some very subtle clue

that would let it all fall together. Perhaps he was not meant to find that clue. Perhaps it was a clue only Jim had access to. Rollin decided that would have to be his next move, consulting with Jim. It might mean tipping Jim off to his true relationship with Cinnamon, but he would risk it. If Cinnamon were in danger ‑ of any kind ‑ he wanted to know about it. In the mean time, he would hold onto his feelings for Cinnamon ‑ and hope.

Headed for the study to check on some figures for Noel, John Downing paused to check the mail on the front table. He saw a letter addressed to Cinnamon Carter from the States and picked it up, holding it a moment. He was unsure of that woman. His instincts ‑ ones he'd developed to a fine edge when he was an undercover agent for Interpol, before he'd realized Drake offered him a better deal ‑ were telling him to be wary of her. She'd done nothing that could make him uneasy about her. Cinnamon Carter was a lovely, gracious, well‑bred, affluent woman; anxious to please Noel and anxious to learn all she would need to know as Mrs. Noel William Drake IV. She was n every way the kind of woman who would make an excellent wife for Noel, and most likely a fine mother for his children - not the kind who would leave child rearing to hired help. Yet she also displayed a determined independence which Downing found distasteful, but one which Noel Drake seemed to appreciate, perhaps even admire. Still, Downing just could not shake the feelings he had about Cinnamon Carter. And he wondered just what Noel did know about her.

She was hesitant to talk much about her recent past. She'd been a high fashion model and had done some fashion consulting, that's all he knew. Noel insisted she was not after him for his money, she had more than enough of her own for anything she could ever want, and was quick to point out he had done all of the pursuing. Still, John mused, it might not hurt to check her out. He still had some contacts at Interpol, and some owed him favors. It was time to call in one or two. 

Placing the letter back on the table, Downing turned and continued on into the study. He stopped short just outside the open door and moved out of the way so that he could see in but no one inside could see him. He didn't like what greeted his eyes.

Cinnamon Cater knelt beside the desk, gathering up a handful of papers that had become scattered across the floor. It appeared as if she were reading the papers and Downing suddenly realized it was the Jade file she had. It had been careless of Noel to leave it out like that, but his mind had not been completely on business ever since Cinnamon had arrived. Downing stepped forward, around the door and into the room. Cinnamon looked up at his question.

"What happened?"

"Oh, I was working on the wedding invitations and accidentally knocked this file folder off the desk. Noel told me to move anything in my way. Anyway, I'm afraid I can't find any order to the pages." 

John knelt beside her and began to pick up pages as well.

"I'm not surprised. Noel has his own system and even after eight years with him, I still haven't figured it out completely "

She smiled and handed him the last pages in her possession.

"...I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you. I hope I haven't done any damage?"

"No, I'm sure you didn't... Noel was asking after you. He mentioned something about going riding; he has a new mare he'd like you to see. It is a beautiful afternoon."

Cinnamon stood, as did Downing, turning to the desk and straightening the piles of invitations, moving them out of the way.

"That would be lovely, and I can certainly do this later."

Downing gave her a cold smile as Cinnamon left the room in search of Noel. He waited until he was certain Cinnamon was gone, then Downing pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and used it to pick up the pen Cinnamon had been using to address envelopes. Yes, it was indeed time to call in a couple of those favors.

Jim Phelps frowned to himself as he read over the communiqué from the Secretary. He didn't like the way things were beginning to look. He didn't like what he might have to put his team through. And the new agent would be expected to participate fully. It would not be an easy assignment.

Cinnamon held the invitation in her hand, uncertain if she should send it yet, uncertain if the timing was right. Jim would understand ‑ would know ‑ but the others, especially Rollin, might not. She knew he would be hurt, confused and worried about her, perhaps even angry. She hoped when the time came she would be able to explain to him, and that he would forgive her. Deciding the invitation needed a short note, Cinnamon knew Jim would pass the word along. Just then the study doors opened and Noel entered. He smiled as he joined Cinnamon by the desk, giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, Love, still won't change your mind about..."

"Noel."

"Very well... What are you doing?"

"Addressing our wedding invitations."

"Cinnamon, you could have had Beverly do that. She is my secretary."

"I know, and I considered it, but I thought it more... proper for the future Mrs. Noel Drake to do it. Really, I don't mind at all."

"Hmmm. James A. Phelps, Los Angeles... Is this the bloke I stole you away from?"

Cinnamon's eyes grew momentarily wide as she glanced at Noel, wondering if he had any idea what he'd just implied. She smiled easily and took the sealed envelope back, placing it on the pile of invitations which had to be sent airmail.

"No... he's a photographer friend of mine. I've worked with him a great deal and I'd like him to be here B as a friend."

"Will he come?"

"If his assignment load permits."

"I see... Cinnamon, with our wedding seven weeks off, do you think you could tear yourself away from the preparations for a week?"

"Why?"

He took her left hand and touched her engagement ring, then looked at her.

"Do you remember when I told you about the jade pieces I was hoping to add to my B our B collection?"

"The ones from that isolated valley in China?"

"Yes, and the ones which share the distinction of having been crafted from the same piece of jade as your ring. I've just learned that several of the more intricate pieces will be auctioned off in Peking next week. I'd like to be there, and have you with me."

"Oh, Noel, certainly, but... you also told me those pieces wouldn't be available for a long time. The current owners... "

"Unfortunately the current owners were killed in a plane crash in the Andes eight days ago ‑ a freak ice storm. The jade must be auctioned off in order to settle some rather extensive business debts... Will you come with me, Cinnamon? Consider it an early wedding gift if we obtain the jade."

Cinnamon glanced up and smiled, then Noel drew her closer, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She nodded once.

"When do we leave?"

Two weeks later, Cinnamon stood beside Noel in the vaulted room which housed all of his art treasures, most notably the five new jade pieces which had been carved from the same stone as her engagement ring. They were intricate, delicate, and a true prize. Drake was overjoyed beyond words. This addition brought into his possession all but two of the original set of 20. It was legend that any man who owned all 20 pieces at the same time would be most powerful and successful. Noel Drake would own the entire set ‑ no matter what he had to do.

He had originally become aware of the jade pieces numerous years before, during his first visit to the Orient and the discovery of their vast wealth of art. He'd been a collector all his life ‑ rocks and butterflies as a boy. As he'd matured and increased his personal fortune, his collecting tastes had also matured. He had switched from rocks and winged creatures to fine and rare artwork. He had, over the years, amassed an impressive personal collection of

masterpieces. He owned works by Van Gogh, Goya, Dali, Degas, Monet, Stella, de Kooning, Wyeth, Pollack, Morre, Brancussi and Boccioni, as well as ancient Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Summarian works. But nothing had so captured his fascination as the Li Ching jade figures. Not only did the legend surrounding them fascinate him, but the challenge it presented to assemble all 20 figures together as a set again. It had not been done for thousands of years.

But perhaps, deep down, Noel Drake hoped the legend had some basis in fact. Most legends did. He would welcome the extra power and wealth they could reportedly bring him. He would be invincible with the jade figures' power behind him.

Drake knew he was risking a great deal to assemble the jade set. Perhaps, at times, he was a bit careless, but it mattered little. He was determined to own all 20 pieces at the same time during his lifetime. He would let nothing stop him. To him, they represented the ultimate victory over everything that had ever gotten in his way.

"Noel, they're..."

"I know, it is difficult to put into words. Are you pleased with them?"

"Oh, I am."

"Good. Perhaps we should celebrate."

"How?"

He smiled and kissed Cinnamon deeply, pulling her closer than she already was. She laughed throatily but pushed away, meeting his eyes firmly.

Noel sighed.

"I can't change your mind?"

"No... We only have five weeks to go. It isn't that long."

"Perhaps not for you, but it will be an eternity for me. You are driving me quite mad you know, being so close and not letting me near you."

Knowing it could turn into a very touchy subject, Cinnamon trailed a finger down his arm.

"I told you; I'm a very proper person, Noel. And if I were to relent, would you want the scandal it might cause?"

"Scandal?"

His eyes grew wide with mock surprise and Cinnamon nodded, a grin playing across her mouth.

"Indeed. We're already near the top of the gossip list. We have only been engaged ‑ officially ‑ for five weeks, and the wedding is in another five weeks. Some people believe there is reason for our haste."

"Some people have forgotten what it is like to be in love and are too proper for their own good ‑ present company excluded."

"Mmmm... Let's go for a walk, Noel. I've missed the gardens."

"What are you going to do when we are on our honeymoon, away from here for three months?"

"I have every confidence that you will be able to keep my mind on other things."

She smiled playfully and allowed Noel to put his arm around her waist as they left the room, leaving Downing to close up. As they passed, John gave Cinnamon a cold look that she either didn't see or ignored. He didn't like her, didn't trust her. He didn't care that Noel claimed to be in love with her. She was trouble, he was certain of that, and wondered what was taking so long in getting that Interpol report on her. But he could wait until after the wedding. If his hunch proved right, it would be just that much more proof to Noel that Cinnamon Carter was not what she claimed to be.

As they walked, Cinnamon looked at Noel and squeezed his hand, prompting him to glance at her. She smiled.

"I enjoyed that trip to Peking, Noel. I'd like to do it again... work with you like that I mean."

"You certainly were a help in convincing the other buyer to sell us the piece ‑ at a tidy profit of course. I don't think he would have given in to anything else but your charms. "

"Sometimes it just requires a woman's touch. And I truly would like to help you like that everyday B in business."

"Now Cinnamon..."

"I know, it is complicated, but would it hurt for me to learn about it?"

"Perhaps later. Why don't we concentrate on being married first, then we can talk business afterward. I do understand you had a run in with my filing system a couple of weeks ago."

Cinnamon looked at Noel with a bit of surprise. She wasn't aware ‑ until now ‑ that Downing had told him of the incident, and now wondered why he had. It had been an innocent enough accident.

"Oh, the file... I hope John was able to straighten it out."

"Yes, there was no problem with that. John has a better grasp of my filing system than he seems to believe. John did say, however, that you seemed to be reading some of the file as you gathered up the pages."

"Not really, Noel, I was just trying to see if I could figure out how to put the pages back in order. "

"Did any of it make sense?"

Cinnamon paused in her movement, turning to face the man beside her. She wondered why he was so suddenly concerned about her looking at one of his files, or if he was just sizing up her business ability. She met his eyes, pretending she did not recognize the look of suspicion she saw there. Instead she put her arm about his waist and smiled.

"I'd better tell you now... One of my weakest points is accounting and bookkeeping. One look at my checkbook will prove that. I hope you have an excellent accountant."

"I do. Perhaps I should raise his salary in anticipation of all the extra work you'll bring him.

"That sounds most fair.

Drake kissed her cheek, then continued their walk, holding hands as the fragrance of the formal gardens drifted lightly on the early evening breeze.

Reading the note over carefully, Jim Phelps held Cinnamon Carter's wedding invitation in his hand. He would send her a telegram the following day, expressing his regrets, telling her his work schedule would not permit his attending her wedding. She would understand. However, it was time to set the wheels in motion for their next assignment. Carol Woods, the new agent, was ready, the others were growing used to her, and they had three weeks to prepare for the mission. A bit longer than usual, but they were not the only ones who had groundwork to lay.

Feeling much more relaxed than when she'd left the house, Cinnamon drew the horse to a stop just outside the perimeter of Noel's extensive stables. She was under a great deal of pressure now ‑ only two weeks until the wedding. Things had been going very well, but she would be glad when it was all over. She would be able to relax for the first time in weeks.

Taking a last sip of water from her canteen, Cinnamon urged the horse forward and rode to a waiting stable hand. She dismounted, giving the animal a friendly pat.

"Didn't give you any trouble, did she Miss Cinnamon?"

"None at all, Albert."

"She's a gentle one, that she is."

Cinnamon smiled and nodded, then began to walk back toward the house. She'd not gone far when a severe pain cut through her abdomen, causing her to gasp for breath and double over. Albert saw her go down and shouted for help as he hurried to her side. Cinnamon was only vaguely aware of being carried back to the main house and up to her room. She knew Noel was with her for a time, and finally came back to full awareness as the doctor finished his examination.

"Miss Carter, I'm Doctor Stone. How do you feel?"

"I'm... not sure. What happened?"

"Albert reports you had a spell of some sort not long after you finished riding. My examination uncovered a condition that will make your wedding night a bit complicated."

"How complicated?"

Closing his bag, Doctor Stone took a step closer. Cinnamon met his eyes, prepared for the news.

Noel Drake paced restlessly in the next room, his aide sitting in a nearby chair.

"What could be taking so long, John?

"I don't know, Noel, but it certainly is bad timing what with the wedding only two weeks away. Any normal man would begin to think perhaps she is trying to delay what is rightfully yours on your wedding night."      

Noel stared at Downing for a moment, forcing his anger to stay in check and not succeeding completely.

"I'll hear no more of that, John! I know you don't like Cinnamon, but she is to be my wife, and as such you will treat her with the same respect you give me."

"Of course, Noel, I only meant..."

"Never mind..." 

A knock on the door interrupted the exchange and the doctor entered after Noel called his permission. Bag in hand, Stone glanced at Downing, then met Drake's gaze.

"How is she?"

"She will be fine, Noel, but I would recommend that she get as much rest as possible between now and the wedding. I'd also advise that you postpone your honeymoon until she is well. "

"Until she is well... What do you mean?"

"I think it best that Cinnamon tell you. I've made arrangements to see her in my London office later in the week when she comes in for the final fitting of her gown, and I will have some medication sent out from the village before I return to London. You may see her now if you like."

"Yes... yes."

Noel hurried out of the room as Downing stood.

"Let me see you to your car." 

Noel opened the door to Cinnamon's room quietly, dismissed the maid who sat nearby, then entered when he saw Cinnamon sitting propped up on pillows in the bed. She glance his way when she saw the maid stand, and smiled weakly.

"Darling, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Noel."

He crossed to the bed, sat on the edge and took her in his arms, kissing her gently. When he released her, he leaned back to meet her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I'm really not sure, except I do remember extreme pain. Doctor Stone took some blood for tests, just to confirm what he has already found, but he said I'll be fine. It isn't serious.@

"I know, he told me. He also hinted that you... you might not be completely well by our wedding. I don't want anything to happen to you, Cinnamon, your health must come first. I hate to suggest it, but we... could postpone the wedding until you're completely recovered."

"There's no need for that, Noel. I'm going to be fine. I just need a little extra rest is all, I've been working too hard ever since I came here. But... we may have to postpone our wedding night a bit."

His eyes grew slightly more narrow as Downing's earlier comment came back to him. John had always been a good judge of people, but he had to be wrong about Cinnamon.

"Why?"

"This isn't easy to talk about, Noel, but... my medical problems will make it very difficult for us to have a proper wedding night the night we are married. I have some 'female problems', a mild infection of my reproductive system that will prevent our making love."

"Cinnamon, do you mean we can't... on our wedding night?"

She almost smiled. Noel sounded like a disappointed child.

AYes...@

She looked down at her engagement ring as she heard Noel sigh, then take a deep breath as he tried to understand.

"You're sure about this?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry. Doctor Stone said if we were to... consummate our marriage before this infection is taken care of, before I'm medically cleared, it would be very painful for me, and I don't want our first time to be like that..."

"Nor do I, Love... If we have to wait, we wait. Your health must be our biggest concern. We'll have a lifetime together for more pleasant activities. Get some rest now. I'll have dinner sent up here for both of us."

"Noel,... I'm sorry. If I had known this was going to happen...@

"You couldn't. Don't worry now. "

"I'll make this up to you, Noel, I promise."

Drake smiled at Cinnamon's sultry tone and the suggestive wink she gave him.

"I'm sure you will, Darling. Rest."

Cinnamon smiled and met his eyes, accepting his kiss, then settled down for a nap. She was exhausted.

Noel took a last look at Cinnamon as she closed her eyes, then shut the door behind him and headed for his study. He had plane and hotel reservations to cancel.

Sighing and relaxing a bit more as the door closed behind Noel, Cinnamon settled back in the pillows and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. It had been many tiring weeks since her departure from Los Angeles. It seemed like ages ago. Yet it also seemed as if it had only been a few hours, but she couldn't complain. The plans were going well and everything would be successful. She understood the reason behind Jim's negative reply to her wedding invitation, and was comforted by it. She knew he wished her his best, even if he couldn't be there to be  certain it all went as planned. No wedding ever did, even with Jim's ability to make a plan go off without a hitch.  

With her eyes closed, Rollin's image slowly came to her mind. She had tried very hard not to think of him all these weeks, and it might seem odd that she would think of him just two weeks before she was to marry another man, but not to Cinnamon. Rollin had a very special place in her life ‑ in her heart. One that Noel would never know about. He couldn't. It would ruin everything. 

Slowly Cinnamon drifted off to sleep, certain she could handle whatever the next few weeks brought to her life.

*     *     *     *     *

Glancing about the room quickly, Jim Phelps took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be one of the most difficult missions he'd ever outline ‑ for many reasons. He reached into an envelope and pulled out a color 8xlO photo of some green stone carvings. He passed it to Rollin, who studied it a moment, then passed it on to Carol Woods, a blond woman of about Cinnamon's age, but with none of the appeal ‑ to him ‑ that her predecessor had. However she was an attractive woman, about the same height as Cinnamon. Carol had a small nose, expressive eyes, and a ready smile, yet she struck Rollin as being slightly shy and quiet. That would change as she gained more experience and confidence.

"You are all familiar with the Li Ching figures?"

"Yes, Jim. They were carved from jade buy a secluded Buddhist sect in an isolated valley in China. There are 20 figures, each one representing one of the first twenty rulers in the violent and very short lived Li Ching Dynasty, dating back from about 1085 B.C. to 1000 B.C. Legend has it that any person who owns all twenty pieces at the same time will become B invincible."

"You've done your homework, Rollin." 

He smiled as he took a puff from his cigarette, thinking to himself that he'd had a teacher for whom the homework had been fun B Cinnamon. She'd been interested in the Li Ching figures ever since hearing about them on one of their many trips to various museums.

"That's right, Rollin, and in the past few months ‑ actually the past year and a half ‑ one man has been able to come closer to owning the complete set than anyone else since the set was dispersed several hundred years ago. He already owns 18 of the 20 pieces, and will stop at nothing to obtain the remaining two."

Another photo passed from Jim to Rollin. The actor took one look at it and stared up at Jim in surprise. Phelps turned away.

"Noel Drake, a very wealthy entrepreneur. He got his start exporting fine Irish linens, and has branched out from there. His hobby is collecting art and he has an excellent private collection of some of the best masterpieces and most rare works ever known. He has them in his estate outside London. He began collecting the Li Ching figures about six years ago. About two years ago, when it became obvious to the other collectors what his aim was, mysterious deaths began occurring to various owners B a boating accident, food poisoning, and most recently, two died in a plane crash in the Andes. It was blamed on a freak ice storm, but there is some question about it. In all of these incidents, the jade figures were either put up for direct sale or auctioned off, and Drake has succeeded in purchasing them all, although not always from the initial sale. We suspect Drake has been responsible for all these deaths, but so far have been unable to prove it. The last two figures are owned by General Desmond Alzir of Shekarr, ruler of a near eastern country friendly to our government, and by Prince Philip of Bocart, a small African nation also friendly to the U.S. The Secretary fears Drake will attempt to murder them as he has others, in order to obtain the last two figures, and it is vital to our interests that these men remain in power as long as possible. Our mission will be to keep these two men alive and get enough solid proof to put Drake away for good.

"There is one other complication... Drake recently married an American B a former IMF agent B Cinnamon Carter."

A photo of Cinnamon was produced from the envelope, followed by another of Cinnamon posed with Drake for their wedding photo, and Rollin tried very hard not to let his still evident confusion over Cinnamon's departure show. They wouldn't understand.

"Does Cinnamon know about this, Jim?"

AShe certainly knows about the jade collection, Willy. She was with Drake and was instrumental in his purchasing the last piece when it was auctioned off in Peking a few weeks ago. Drake has even been bragging that her engagement ring was carved from the same piece of jade as the figures, but we seriously doubt she is aware of how Drake obtained many of the pieces."

"Will she help us if need be?"

AWe don't know that either, Barney... Now, General Alzir and Prince Philip, aware of the danger they are in from Drake, have both agreed to lend us their pieces. Barney, you will be arriving in London B with your jade figure, as General Alzir, in two days. Carol and I will arrive a day later, posing as Prince Philip and his consort, the Lady Marie. With any luck at all, Drake will find the chance to obtain both remaining pieces at once B irresistible."

"Jim, what about Cinnamon? Will she tip Drake off to us?"

"No, Carol, I don't believe she will, however, if it looks like she's going to be a problem, we'll have to deal with her then."

Barney, Willy and Rollin all looked at Jim, surprised that he could so coldly talk about taking out one of their former teammates, and it made them wonder why they had been considered for this mission, and why Jim had accepted it. More than ever it made Rollin believe all was not as it appeared to be, and this was re‑enforced by Jim's reluctance to delve into the happenings on the Drake estate. Something was very wrong...

John Downing sat at the breakfast table, reading the morning edition of the newspaper. He'd scanned the social pages as was his usual practice, alert to any events Noel and his wife should attend, then turned to find the financial page. As he turned the newsprint, an article headline caught his attention. Accompanied by a photo of a black man, Downing smiled slowly as he read the account. A little further down the page was another story which made his smile widen. He stood, heading upstairs to find Noel. It was early and the man was probably still sleeping, although he was technically on his honeymoon, but this was news that could not wait. He knew he would be interrupting nothing. The owners of the last two jade pieces would both be in London at the same time. Noel would be angry if he were not alerted immediately.

Twenty minutes later, still clad in pajamas and robe, Noel Drake read the newspaper reports with growing excitement.

"John, do you realize what this means? I want to meet both these men. I don't care what must be done to arrange it, just so the meetings are achieved."

"I thought you would feel that way, Noel, and will get right on it, but..."

"What is it, John?"

"I wonder at the seeming... coincidence of both owners being in London at the same time. Surely they are aware of your determination to own the entire Li Ching set."

"I'm certain they are, but if Cinnamon had not been taken ill, I would be somewhere in the Swiss Alps now, unreachable. Perhaps it is fortunate Cinnamon cannot travel great distances at this time."

"Yes sir... What about her?"

"She need know nothing of this, John, not until arrangements have been made and I have the jade in my possession."

"Certainly. I'll see to this immediately."

Downing left the study for his office and Drake looked at the newspaper once more. It seemed too good to be true, but he would not question what was apparently meant to be. Now, more than ever before he could see his goal truly within his grasp. Nothing but the impossible could stop him now.

Two days later the first of the meetings took place in the Drake study. Downing showed their guests to where the host and hostess were waiting.

"Prince Philip, Lady Marie, may I present Mr. and Mrs. Noel William Drake IV."

"Your Highness."

Noel bowed to Jim Phelps as Cinnamon bowed her head slightly, then met his eyes briefly before turning her gaze on the woman who had obviously taken her duties on the team. Her expression was one of polite welcome, nothing more. Thank God for years of training.

"Welcome to our home, Your Highness, Lady Marie."

"We are honored, Mrs. Drake. I must admit to being surprised upon receiving your invitation. I had understood you were to be out of the country."

"That was our intention, but my wife took a fall recently and the doctor

recommended no extensive travel for a few weeks."

"I hope it is nothing serious, Mrs. Drake."

"Not at all, thank you Your Highness."

"Darling, why don't you show Lady Marie about the grounds while the Prince and I discuss our business."

"Of course, Noel. I'll have tea served in the garden in three quarters of an hour. Don't be late."

"We won't, Love."

He gave Cinnamon a quick departing kiss, then watched as she nodded to the Prince and led Lady Marie out of the study. At the same moment, Jim slipped his hand into his pocket and turned toward the table he stood beside, then lit a cigarette before turning back toward Drake.

"I understand you own several of the Li Ching pieces, Mr. Drake. Might I see them?"

"Of course, Your Highness, so long as we can discuss business at the same time. I am most interested in establishing some business contacts in Bocart."

"That would seem most fair."

Noel led Phelps toward the vault room while out in the car, chauffeur Willy carefully monitored sound levels on the recording he was making of the conversation, relayed to him by the hidden microphone on Jim's person.

Leading 'Lady Marie' toward a secluded area of the garden, Cinnamon Carter Drake glanced at the blond woman, then offered her a seat. Carol took it as her hostess turned toward her.

"I take it you're working with Jim now..."

"Yes..."

"That's good... How are the others, Willy, Barney, Rollin?"

"Fine. They're here as well."

Cinnamon nodded and began to pace, reaching into a pocket of her dress and producing a cigarette and lighter. She lit up and took a puff or two, but it didn't seem to calm her.

“Cinnamon...@

“I=m not going to ask why you're here. I'm not even sure I want to know, but it has to do with the jade, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Is it going to hurt Noe1?"

"Perhaps. He's certainly in a lot of trouble... Cinnamon, will you tell him about us?"

Cinnamon met the other woman's eyes, apparently confused. Carol had no idea what she was asking. This woman was obviously relatively new to the IMF and probably had no idea of the things she would be asked to do for her country, and certainly had no idea of the things Cinnamon had been asked to do over the years in the name of her country and for its safety. She took another puff of her cigarette and shook her head.

"I don't know. Noel is my husband and it is my duty to protect him, to protect his interests any way I can, but... if you are involved... I owe Jim and the others a lot too... I can't make any promises right now."

"I know this must be difficult for you."

Cinnamon met Carol's eyes then glanced down at her wedding and engagement rings as she crushed out her cigarette with her foot, releasing a short laugh.

"I've been asked to do many difficult thing over the years ‑ you will be too. This is just another to add to the list."

Carol nodded and watched Cinnamon for a moment. She was beginning to understand why the men had found it difficult to accept her as a regular member of the team. She was following in the tracks of a very remarkable woman.

Safely seated in the rear of the car and headed away from the Drake estate, Willy glanced in the rear view mirror at his passengers.

"Did you get the tape, Willy?"

"No problem, Jim... How's Cinnamon?"

"She looks well. I think marriage agrees with her."

"Jim..."

"Yes, Carol?"

AI know I'm still pretty new at this, but... I don't know what to make of Cinnamon."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she acted as if she'd never met you before today. That I understood. When we were alone, she really didn't question me about what we are doing here. She is torn between her love for Drake and her loyalty to the team. Do you think we can rely on her to keep quiet?"

Phelps looked from Willy to Carol and lit a cigarette.

"Yes. Cinnamon knows how serious the situation is if we are involved. She would never do anything to jeopardize a mission." 

In the Drake study, Noel returned from showing the Prince to his car and found John Downing waiting for him. Neither was aware of the IMF voice activated tape recorder concealed under the ledge of a small table near the desk.

"The usual action, Noel?"

"Yes. Prince Philip flatly refused to sell his jade, claiming it to be a 'good luck' piece... He will never know it is to prove bad luck for him."

"Have you any suggestions?"

"He is the leader of a country with a history of unrest. Perhaps political assassination." 

"I believe... Harker would be best for the job."

"Yes, Harker, but John, wait until after I meet with the General this evening. We must not frighten him off."

"Indeed. He is already uneasy about the meeting." 

The men's eyes met and Drake nodded. He must tread carefully until he had the two remaining jade pieces in his possession.

Cinnamon was not around that evening when Drake met with General Alzir ‑ Barney, and his aide ‑ Rollin. But the meeting results were the same and as they drove off in their car, Rollin produced a small cassette tape he'd switched for a blank one in the Drake study. Barney smiled.

"With what we already have, this should be enough to make Drake sweat a little."

"But he has to try and kill us before we can take him down."

"Oh, I'm sure he will, Barney. As far as Drake is concerned, we're as good as dead."

Both smiled then Rollin grew silent as thoughts of Cinnamon came to him. He had to know what part she played in all of it.

"Worried about Cinnamon?"

"A little. I wish we knew how she fits into all of this. Do you think she's aware of what Drake is up to?"

"I don't know, maybe... Jim said Drake sent her and Carol out of the room before they got down to business... Maybe Willy will have found something on the other tapes by now. Our contact posing as the maid has been most helpful. We probably couldn't have kept that bug in the study all these months without her help."

"I hope you're right, Barney. "

As they headed back toward London, Rollin glanced from behind the wheel toward his partner. Something Barney had just said led Rollin to believe that he too suspected there was more to this entire thing than they were aware of. No one truly believed Cinnamon would just up and marry a man she didn't know well, but she had done it. She was legally Mrs. Noel William Drake IV. And in spite of having come to terms with Cinnamon's apparent marriage to Drake, Rollin was still worried about her, still concerned for her. He always would be and he wondered if Cinnamon had any idea of what was about to take place. It was something that would bother Rollin for only a short time. 

*     *     *     *     *

Cinnamon stood by the desk in the darkened study, a single small lamp illuminating the room, and the papers scattered across the top of the desk. She looked over at the wall lined with books and sighed, then turned the lamp off carefully so as not to disturb the papers. Noel didn't seem to care but it really seemed to bother Downing, and since he didn't care for her anyway, she wanted to do as little as possible to upset him. Cautious not to bump into anything in the darkened room, Cinnamon moved toward the open study doors. As she stepped out and closed the doors behind her, her heart leapt into her throat as someone called to her.

"Cinnamon. "

She turned, took a deep breath to calm herself, and smiled as Noel came from the bottom of the steps to join her.

"Noel, you frightened me." 

"Sorry. It what were you doing in there?"

"I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd find a book to read. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

"I grew worried when I rolled over and you weren't there."

Cinnamon smiled and slipped her arm about his waist as he responded by pulling her closer.

"Mmmm... that's nice to hear." 

"Did you find anything to read?"

"No, I'm afraid Theoretical Chemistry of the Ancient Summarians is just is not my cup of tea. I think just reading those titles has cured my insomnia." 

Noel smiled and together they started back up the stairs to their room. Downing stepped from the shadows to watch their assent. They disappeared into the darkness at the top of the stairs and he turned toward the study, a suspicious frown on his face. It was time he got that Interpol report and he no longer cared what the delays were. 

Jim Phelps, dressed in casual clothes and his hair darkened slightly, stepped from the car into the sunshine of the park. Carol, likewise slightly disguised, followed. An instant later a shot shattered the air followed closely by a second. Jim and Carol hit the ground with blood showing near their hearts. They were immediately hurried back into the car and given a

police escort to the hospital. Admitted under false names to avoid further complications and difficulties, 'doctor' Willy Armitage pronounced them dead on arrival.

Plastered across the front page of the late edition of the paper was news of the mysterious murder of two 'tourists=. Grinning, John Downing dropped the paper in front of Noel as he sat at his desk, indicating the photos of the victims B Prince Philip and the Lady Marie, although were both mildly disguised. Drake smiled.

"Any problems?"

"None. Harker is already en route to Rio. They'll never find him."

"Excellent. And the jade?"

"Arrangements are underway. It should be yours within two weeks. The sum you offered was irresistible to the lesser government officials who did not have the personal attachment to the jade their late Prince did. They have agreed to handle it most discreetly so that General Alzir does not get wind of the events until... too late."

"What about the General?"

"He has agreed to a second meeting. They are still hesitant, but willing to reconsider, provided the price is right, and I don't think he will be interested in money alone. We're still negotiating on a time for the second meeting."

"Arrange it at their convenience, but before word of the Prince leaks out."

"Right away... Noel, I need to talk with you about Cinnamon."

"What about her?"

"I know you love her and are happy with her, but I'm uneasy about her. Old instincts I still trust. I've... done some checking on her."

"You what?!!"

"Please, just hear me out. I've seldom been wrong in the past."

Noel sat back and stared at Downing, then nodded. John was right on that account. He was an excellent judge of people. Downing took a deep breath and pulled out a set of folded papers from his inside jacket pocket.

"I think this Interpol check of her background will say more than I could."

Drake took it and read the report. He looked up at Downing when he finished. He stood angrily and tossed the report down on the desk.

"This proves nothing. It simply states she was in the same area at approximately the same time as events occurring that seemed to have international repercussions. Cinnamon was a model, her work took her all over the globe."

"Perhaps so, but it does raise some interesting questions as to the rest of her background. "

"None that I am interested in!"

"She is not what she claims to be."

"Cinnamon claims only to be my wife. Do you dispute that?"

"You tell me."

Drake met Downing's eyes and gave him a resentful, very angry glare.

"That has nothing to do with this."

"You must admit it is not normal behavior for a new bride."

"Downing, you are treading on thin ice. If you have nothing more substantial to back up your implications, please do not trouble me with this again. If you have accusations to make against Cinnamon, make them. Otherwise..."

Downing drew a deep breath and straightened slightly, meeting Drake's eyes. He would simply have to prove his suspicions ‑ no easy task considering the trouble he'd had getting this sparse outline on her background in the first place, or... deal with her in another way. Why not arrange a double tragedy?

"I'll see to the Alzir matter immediately."

He turned and left the study while Drake stood there fuming for a few moments. He turned back to his desk and hesitantly reached for the Interpol report. Could it really be his wife's dossier detailed before him?

The phone was carefully returned to its cradle as Rollin turned to face the rest of the team, including a very healthy looking Jim Phelps and Carol Woods.

"That was Downing. Drake is insisting on another meeting. We are to meet him at the estate just after dark."

"Good, good. Chances are he will try to kill you after that meeting, Barney."

"How is what I'm worried about."

"It will have to be in a way that will ensure he obtains the jade, most likely after you sign that private trade agreement. All the other owners have died a rather violent death, I don't see that he will change his methods now. And you can be certain Drake won't be a around when it happens.@

"That still doesn't te1l us how, Jim."

"I know. Rollin. We'll just have to be prepared for every possibility."

They all exchanged uneasy glances, then Carol wandered over toward the suite windows and looked out. It had begun to rain. 

Sitting at the desk in the study near dusk, Cinnamon glanced at the papers about her ‑ notes on who had sent what as wedding gifts. She sighed and moved a pile to her left slightly, then returned to writing thank you notes.  A few moments later she was startled to realize someone was near her, and glanced up to find John Downing standing before her, revolver in hand. She drew back in fear.

"Don't be so surprised, Mrs. Drake. You must certainly know this would never work. I consider it foolish of whoever sent you here."

"I... I don't understand."

He smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bundle of folded papers. Downing tossed it before Cinnamon and indicated for her to read it. She did, looking up at him when she realized it was an Interpol report. Thank God it I was so incomplete.

"What is this all about?"

"You know as well as I B the jade."

He produced the small tape recorder previously hidden under the table from his other jacket pocket. Downing watched her face for some kind of emotion to betray her, but found only surprised puzzlement. She was an excellent actress.

"What is..."

"Stop it. I have no time for your games."

"Does Noel know what you are doing?"

"He has seen the report and chosen not to believe it."

"He loves me."

"And do you love him?"

Cinnamon glared at Downing and stood slowly, moving away from the desk slightly.

"I married him." 

"That isn't what I asked, but it really doesn't matter. He may not believe or want to believe that report, but I do. And I care enough about Noel to know that you are bad news lady. I'm not going to let anyone stop him."

"From doing what?"

"Obtaining the last two Li Ching pieces."

Cinnamon met his eyes the genuine surprise. She nervously played with her wedding ring.

"But I thought... John, you're making a mistake. Noel is my husband. I'd never do anything to hurt him ‑ I'd be hurting myself as well."

"And I'm going to make certain that you never hurt him. Move." 

He motioned her toward he study door. Cinnamon did as she was instructed, and wrapped her raincoat about her as she stepped into the rain in front of Downing and the gun. She turned to him.

"What are you going to do?"

"You are going to have a fatal accident en route to the village."

"Noel will never believe it. "

"On the contrary. The brakes will fail on a slippery curve near the cliff, and there will be no help for you. You see, this car has a history of brake trouble, especially in wet weather. The dealer in London and the village mechanic will both confirm it. Unfortunately, you failed to ask anyone before taking the vehicle out. Now get in."

Unable to see any way out of the situation at the moment, Cinnamon reluctantly turned to get into the car. As she did, Downing raised his arm and struck her savagely on the back of the head. Cinnamon slumped forward into his arms as he holstered the gun. At that moment Downing decided he rather liked Mrs. Drake this way B beaten and vulnerable. Too bad he would be able to enjoy the situation for such a short time. He had work to do, and in minutes he had

Cinnamon in the passenger side of the coup and was headed away from the Drake estate. He checked his watch, then pulled into a small lane just off the main gravel driveway. In the pouring rain he moved Cinnamon over to the driver's side. In the distance he could I see the lights of another car approaching, and waited until he was certain the two vehicles would meet at the right spot, then gunned the engine of the coup and I let it race into the night at the hands of an unconscious Cinnamon Drake. He turned and raced to his own car waiting nearby, and took the back lane to the house where he would be waiting with Noel when the accident took place. It might delay Drake's obtaining the Alzir jade a bit, but it would be worth it in the long run.

Barney glanced at Rollin as they headed down the gravel drive of the Drake estate. They were both on edge about the upcoming meeting, and about how Drake would attempt to kill them. In the back of their minds they were also worried about Jim and Willy, who had to get in, find, and then get out of the mansion with the recordings they'd made, and concerned about how Cinnamon would react to all of it. Rollin supposed they really shouldn't worry about it; she had done her part by not tipping Noel off to them at the beginning.

She was out of the picture, but she had enough information to cause a lot of trouble if she decided to turn vindictive and seek revenge for their having destroyed her husband. Deep within his heart, Rollin knew Cinnamon was not that kind of person, but event could change a person, and there was always a small doubt.

Jim Phelps pushed the back window open, cursing the rain which made his task of entering undetected all the more difficult. Barney's instructions for neutralizing the alarm system had been excellent and Willy had no trouble with it. About to enter, Phelps ducked quickly as the flash of unexpected headlights hit him briefly, then he was through the window and headed for the study. The white‑haired IMF leader hoped no one was there, and his luck seemed to be holding as he carefully entered the room and crossed to get the tape recorder. Momentary panic overtook him when he discovered it was not there. He glanced about quickly, his first thought being that Cinnamon, knowing how they worked and sensing the climax of the mission was near, had found it and removed it. He was certain it hadn't been done by the inside contact of the 'maid'. That had not been her job. Checking to be certain he was still undetected, Phelps stepped out of the study and ducked into the back hallway just as Noel Drake descended the front stairs and headed for the study. Jim moved along the hall until he came to the back stairs and carefully began to climb them. The tape recorder had simply been a back‑up secondary unit in case the concealed microphone, planted months ago, was discovered and Jim supposed it really wouldn't matter if they didn't get it or the tapes back, but he still held out the hope that Cinnamon had removed it. But whatever the case, he would prefer to get all the evidence of their involvement out of the house before things really began to happen.

Nearing the top of the rear stairs, Phelps froze as a shadow loomed before him, blocking his way. Slowly, gradually the shadow took on form and shape and Phelps found himself confronted by one of the household staff, gun poised and ready for use.

Willy ducked into the shadows as the car was parked in the garage behind the house. He strained to see who emerged from the garage and hurried toward the house. Armitage then checked his watch, wondering what was taking Phelps so long.

Eyes on the gun, Jim sized up the maid quickly. She cautiously made the first move.

"You're tardy. We called for the repairman yesterday."

"An unexpected delay. My apologies."

The maid relaxed visibly and put the gun away as Phelps smiled easily and joined her on the top step.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. I've not seen her since late this afternoon, in the study. I'm worried."

"We'll handle it. Which way?"

"End of the hall."

Phelps touched her arm and nodded, then made his way down the hall. He was glad they'd not had to call on the 'maid's' services so far, but the mission was far from over. She still might be needed if he couldn't locate everything.

Startled by the lights of an oncoming car, Rollin hit the brakes and skidded to a stop, but not before the coup hit them broadside and spun them both into a tree near the edge of a cliff with a sheer drop to the ocean below. Stunned, Barney shook his head and looked over at Rollin, who was sitting behind the wheel, unsure of what had happened.

"Rollin, you okay?"

"Yeah,...yeah, Barney. You?"

"I'm in one piece."    

"The other car?"

"The driver looks unconscious... Rollin, I smell smoke."

They scrambled to get out of the car as flames began to lick at the back seat. Together they hurried over to the coup and struggled to free the driver, slumped over the wheel, before the cars exploded and both went over the cliff on which they were precariously balanced.

 

Jim knocked lightly at a door and, getting no answer, entered. It was the room Cinnamon shared with Noel and he looked around, then began a thorough search. He knew she would have hidden it here, it was the most likely place and therefore the last place anyone else might look. Where in the room was the problem. He opened the door to the wardrobe and spotted Cinnamon's suitcases on a high shelf. Smiling, Phelps reached up to bring them down and check them.

Coughing, Rollin and Barney tugged at the door of the coup, unable to open it.

"Rollin. Come on!"

"NO!"

"It's going to blow!"

ABarney, come on. Give me some help!"

Knowing it would probably cost them both their lives, Barney resumed his struggle with the door.

Sitting at his desk with Cinnamon's thank you notes piled to one side, wondering why she'd left them scattered about, Noel Drake looked up as Downing entered.

"Did you take care of General Alzir?"

"Yes. They will arrive soon. While you make a last, hopefully successful attempt to purchase the jade ‑ on his terms, the car will develop steering problems ‑ fatal problems. With a copy of the agreement in your possession, you should be able to obtain the jade without fulfilling Alzir's requests."

"Good. How soon after they leave the estate?"

In their hotel suite, Carol sat monitoring the conversation and recording levels, frowning when John answered.

"About an hour. There will be no way to trace it to you, just as with all the others."

Before Drake could reply, an explosion ripped through the night, bringing the man to his feet. Together he and Downing hurried to the front door to see what it was.

Slipping something into his pocket, Phelps returned the suitcases to where he'd found them, and checked to be sure the room was as he found it. Satisfied, he started for the hall door just as an explosion cut through the night air. Jim hurried out of the room and back to Willy. They had to get the hell out of there before the authorities arrived.

Rollin and Barney dropped to the ground as the cars exploded, lighting the night sky with yellows and oranges. The crackle of the flames was the only sound they heard as Barney turned the driver from the other car over, his gasp nearly as loud as Rollin's.

"Cinnamon!"

"Is she hurt?"

Rollin pulled his hand away from supporting her head to reveal blood smeared all over it. There are lights headed their way from the main house as Barney looked around.

"We can't let Drake see us here."

"Do we dare move her?"

"Drake will look after her."

"No! I'm not leaving her here, Barney."

"We've got to get out of here, Rollin. If this was an accident, it will save him the trouble of doing us in. He's assured of the jade now."

"I know, Barney, but I also know Cinnamon wouldn't deliberately run us down, but that's sure the way it looked to me. Something is just telling me that she'll be safer with us than if we leaver her for Drake and Downing to find."

"Okay."

"It's ten miles back to the village. We can't carry her that far in this rain."

"I know, Rollin... Rollin, when we studied the layout of the estate, wasn't there a... cabin of some sort about four miles from the main house, near the property line with the neighboring estate?"

AYes,...the gamekeeper's place. Drake and his neighbor used to use it for joint hunting days until the old man died last year. Hasn't been used since."

"Should be that way."

Rollin agreed, then helped get Cinnamon onto Barney's back so they could carry her more easily. Leading the way, Hand started out through the dense brush of the woods as lights began to gather near the blazing cars, and sirens could be heard approaching from the village.

Downing brought the car to a stop as Drake jumped out, staring in horror at the mangled mess of cars. He slowly realized one of the cars was General Alzir's, and the other B was his sports coup. He grabbed John as he joined Drake.

"John, have you seen Cinnamon in the past hour?"

"No, she said she had to go in to the village for...@

"CINNAMON!"

Drake made a dash for the blazing cars as Downing grabbed him and held him back. At that moment, another explosion tore through the air and both cars went over the edge of the cliff to land on the rocks and in the ocean below. Fire fighters from the village were beginning to arrive as Drake turned away.

"Why did she take that car?"

Comforting his friend and employer, John Downing urged him back to the car, but smiled back over his shoulder, knowing no one could survive that inferno. He was certain the investigation would reveal Cinnamon Drake had died in the crash and fire, along with General Alzir and his aide ‑ if the bodies were ever found once they were washed out to sea. In time Noel would forget her, and he would soon own all 20 of the Li Ching jade pieces B within two months. That had to cheer him.

Jim Phelps paced nervously in their hotel suite, cigarette smoking as he held it, forgotten between his fingers. The explosions had occurred just about the time Barney and Rollin were due to arrive on the Drake estate. There was no way to check and see if they had been involved in the accident until they either contacted him or the deaths of Alzir and his aide were reported by the media. Cinnamon's absence also bothered him. Something was very wrong somewhere, and he feared this mission would cost them more than what they gained.

Across the room, Willy sipped some hot tea in an effort to warm himself and met Carol's worried eyes. There was nothing they could do now but wait.

Chilled to the bone, Rollin sighed as they neared the cabin. He looked around carefully ‑ inside and out ‑ for signs of recent use and found none. Motioning to Barney, Rollin brushed the dust off the large bed in the back of the one room cabin and helped ease Cinnamon onto it. Rollin took her hand and brushed her damp hair away from her face. Barney watched them in the dark, his suspicions about the pair growing stronger by the moment. Turning away, he checked the shutters to be sure they were securely closed and would let no light escape, then struck a match and put it to a kerosene lantern, surprised it took and then cast a golden glow about the room. Collier returned to Cinnamon's side.

"How is she?"

"She needs a doctor. There is a nasty gash on the back of her head and it is still bleeding a bit." 

Collier nodded and glanced about the room. There was little in the cabin that could help any of them.

"And Jim will be worried about us. I'll get back to the village and contact him. If he thinks it is safe for us to stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can with some supplies."

ABarney..."

"Don't worry, Rollin, I'll be fine. With luck I'll be able to hitch a ride on one of the fire trucks, without their knowledge, of course."

He smiled and Rollin responded likewise. With no further words, Barney headed for the door and paused a moment before leaving to look back at Rollin, who sat beside Cinnamon, gently holding her hand. Collier smiled briefly, then stepped back into the rainy night.

There had been no word in over six hours. Even the hidden microphone in Drake's study was strangely quiet. No one had said anything for over an hour, and the ringing of the phone took everyone by surprise. Nearly jumping from the chair in which he rested when it did ring, Jim moved to answer it, meeting everyone's hopeful gazes as he picked up the receiver.

"Hello... Barney..."

Knowing he and Cinnamon both needed to get out of their wet clothes, Rollin had searched the cabin, finally finding several slightly dusty but otherwise clean and dry blankets. He'd managed to get a fire going in the fireplace and now had their clothes nearby, drying out. He sat next to Cinnamon on the bed, both securely wrapped in the blankets. He was growing more worried about her with each passing moment. She'd not stirred at all since their arrival and he feared the blow on her head was more serious than he'd imagined.

Standing to go turn their clothes for a more uniform drying, Rollin stirred the embers for a moment, added another log to the fire, then slipped on his slacks. They were still a bit damp, but something ‑ some instinct ‑ told him he should be ready to leave on a moment's notice. He buttoned his shirt and turned quickly back toward the bed as he heard movement. Cinnamon was beginning to come around and he hurried back to her side.

She felt ill ‑ very ill ‑ and moaned slightly from the ache in her head. Slowly Cinnamon forced her eyes open and received a dim, fuzzy image of a dark haired man sitting beside her. She knew it was not Noel; the pressure on her hand was not his, but just as loving. She blinked her eyes and focused.

"Cinnamon..."

"Rollin..."

She smiled and squeezed his hand, overjoyed to see him. But he did not return her smile. Instead he released her hand and turned away, reaching for something. When he turned back, Rollin offered her some water. She accepted gratefully then laid back on the pillows, distressed as he avoided her eyes. He didn't know, didn't fully understand.

"Rollin..."

AHow do you feel?"

"...Not good. I=m cold.@

"Your clothes will be dry soon. That will help."

"What happened?'"

"You damn near ran Barney and I off the road B you did run us off. Both cars crashed and we pulled you out just before they exploded and went over a cliff. We're in an old cabin on Drake's estate, Barney has gone for help. Drake... must assume you're dead. We can notify him otherwise as soon as the rest of us are safely out of here."

Rollin had risen and crossed the room to stand by the fire, moving her still damp clothes about for something to do with his hands. Slowly Cinnamon forced herself to sit up, ignoring the pain and dizziness she felt. It was not going to take much to make Rollin angry and she wanted it cleared up and out of the way ‑ at least between herself and Rollin ‑ before Barney returned.

"Rollin, will you look at me please...We need to talk."

A long moment later Rollin glanced over his shoulder at Cinnamon, his fingers toying with the still damp sleeve of her dress. He saw a look of trapped helplessness briefly in her eyes, then turned to face her fully.

"I'll say we do... Cinnamon, what is going on? Everything was fine, then all of a sudden I find out from Jim that you've gone off to marry a man you have assured me is only a casual friend. That isn't like you. Now, maybe I missed something ‑ or wasn't supposed to get it all, but no matter where I've turned to find the truth, I've hit a brick wall. Just tell me what this is all about and...I'll leave you alone. "

"I know, Rollin, and I'm sorry about it... about everything, but there just was no other way."

Uncertain of her balance, Cinnamon stood, walking hesitantly over to where Rollin stood. He followed her with his eyes. As she neared, reaching out to try and take his hands, he turned back toward the fire. No other way...

"As soon as your clothes are dry I can walk you back toward the house. Your... husband will be glad to know you're alive."

Knowing it was against all procedure, but certain that if Rollin didn't understand now they might never be able to clear it up, Cinnamon took a deep breath and made her decision. She would find out later why the others had been kept in the dark about most of it, why they hadn't been told what was really going on ‑ perhaps why Jim had been ordered to make it that way, something she'd not been told either. But for now, she would tell this man everything she did know. He, above anyone else, had a right to know.

"I'm not going back to Drake. Downing tried to kill me tonight ‑ along with you and Barney. He was able to get a very incomplete, partial dossier report on me from Interpol, and he suspected I was there to prevent Noel from getting all 20 jade pieces. I want Downing to think he was successful. It will hurt Noel but it has to be that way." 

Hand turned back to Cinnamon. Things were beginning to fall into place, to make some sense, but he was still a bit confused, and alarmed.

"Tried to kill you? How? Why?@

"How? By hitting me over the head, then putting me behind the wheel of that car and aiming it at you and Barney. Why? Because he is as obsessed with that jade as Drake is. I don't think he even realizes that by killing off the general and his aide before the second meeting he has effectively assured the fact that the jade is now beyond their reach. Downing could only see it as a way of eliminating two problems at the same time B Mrs. Drake and the General."

"Why would Downing want you dead? Even if he suspected you, you had nothing to do with it. You're Drake's wife... aren't you?"

The feeling that he was very close to finally having his suspicions confirmed reflected itself in Rollin's eyes and Cinnamon smiled easily as she reached for his hands. Her eyes sparkled.

"No. The ceremony wasn't legal ‑ it was performed by one of our contacts. And thanks to another contact, a gynecologist ‑ I conveniently developed some medical problems, confirmed by Noel's personal physician, that prevented our 'wedding night' from taking place. There are some things I won't do, even for my country."

Hand slowly nodded, grinning, yet feeling terrible for even having briefly considered that Cinnamon would... He met her eyes again.

"So, Drake was an assignment... But why didn't you tell us? It is standard procedure to inform other agents when one is on an extended assignment. Jim deliberately let us all believe you really had gone off to marry this guy."

"I can't answer that, Rollin, but I'll do my best to find out. Drake was such a delicate situation... When I first met him in Paris, it was nothing more than what I told you, but as it became evident he was the one ultimately responsible for the deaths of those who owned Li Ching jade pieces, I was... 'encourage' to further the romance. Jim and the Secretary knew the truth

about it all, but not anyone else, myself included I'm discovering... Perhaps the fact that no one knew how long I would be with Drake prevented Jim from telling you. We both hoped some way to get me out would come up when the rest of you arrived, but it all depended on whether Drake bit on the phony jade owners that Jim set up for him. We just couldn't be certain, we couldn't be sure when I would get out... if I would get out, and...I was prepared to spend a long, long time on this assignment if that's the way it turned out."

She was silent and Rollin knew how difficult it had been for her all these weeks in Drake's house, not knowing if she would ever get out or not.

"You couldn't tell me even that...?"

"No, and you'll never know how much I wanted to. I nearly couldn't go through with it, knowing what it would do to you, but had no legitimate reason I could give Jim for refusing. He might have accepted personal obligations as a reason for declining the mission, but the Secretary never would have."

"But there must have been some way to..."

Cinnamon glanced at Rollin and he stopped. He could see in her expression ‑ knew in his heart and mind ‑ that if there had been a way, Cinnamon would have found it. Rollin relaxed and met her eyes, then pulled her into a tight embrace. Cinnamon returned it, sensing all the confusion Rollin had felt over the last few months drain away. She sighed as the feelings of comfort and safety she always experienced when in his presence ‑ in his arms ‑ moved in to replace them. They still had to work through a lot of things concerning this mission, but Cinnamon was certain she and Rollin would be able to pick up almost from where they'd left off.

Pulling back to meet Cinnamon's eyes, Rollin let her know he understood now, and could be content with that knowledge until better circumstances allowed them to talk it through more fully, until she'd had time to find the answers to a few questions. Then, giving in to an urge he'd suppressed for months, Rollin bent to kiss Cinnamon firmly on the lips. She responded in kind, sighing and placing her head on his shoulder when they parted.

"Oh, Rollin... I've missed you."

Cinnamon suddenly began to shiver as the damp air of the cabin penetrated the blankets she was wrapped in. At the same time a wave of dizziness swept over her and Rollin gazed down at her with concerned eyes.

"You're shivering... Here, your clothes are dry. You'd better get dressed, then lie down and keep warm."

"No arguments here...Rollin, how did I...?"

"You were soaked when we finally got here. I didn=t want you to catch cold."

She smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek.   

"Thank you. "    

Their eyes met and he smiled in return.

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Barney arrived just after dawn with food, dry clothes, and transportation. Soon Cinnamon had been admitted to a London hospital for observation to be certain her head wound wasn't as serious as it could be if complications set in. Barney and Rollin were also examined and released, instructed only to rest and get a good meal. They decided that meant no hospital food.

That evening the IMF gathered in Cinnamon's private room for a final meeting on this mission.

"You gave me quite a scare when you weren't in the house, Cinnamon."

"It wasn't my idea, Jim. Did you find the information?"

"Yes. Not a very original hiding place, but effective."

She and Jim both smiled briefly while the others looked on, slightly confused.

"Wait a minute, Jim, I thought the maid..."

"No, Carol, she was only there to help Cinnamon in case everything went very sour, and to be certain the rest of the household staff didn't find our bugging devices. Downing was always on the alert for those."

"So all the recordings and..."

"Were my responsibility, Barney. I knew there was someone on staff who could help me, but I didn't know who. It would have been up to them to contact me."

They all glanced at Cinnamon, then at Jim, suddenly realizing why the 'feel' of this mission had been so strange. Not only had it not been precisely timed, as most assignments were, but information ‑ vital information ‑ had been withheld from them. If even Cinnamon had not been fully informed...

"Jim, why weren't we made aware of the entire situation?"

"I'm afraid I can't give you a satisfactory answer to that, Willy. I know it was contradictory to all normal procedure to keep vital information from all the key operatives, but that's the way it had to be. The Secretary insisted ‑ no, demanded ‑ complete secrecy. Cinnamon and I were the only ones to know the entire plan, besides of course the Secretary. And even then Cinnamon didn't know everything, didn't know how it would be handled from our end and when the time to move in would come. So much depended on Drake and his responses."

"The Secretary gave no reasons for his demands, Jim?"

"None, Rollin. Just an outline of what had to be. That was it."

"And we all know you don't question the Secretary."

They all smiled and chuckled slightly, then Cinnamon sobered a bit and met Jim's eyes again. She had to know about the aftermath of this mission.

"Was the information helpful, Jim?"

"Very much so, Cinnamon. It more than proved Drake's and Downing's involvement with the deaths. It will put them both away for a long time. "

"Jim,...how is Noel?"

He met Cinnamon's gaze sympathetically and patted her arm.

"He's taking it hard, Cinnamon. Do you want him to know?"

She looked at Jim, glanced at the others, met Rollin's gaze, then shook her head as she swallowed hard.

"No...it will be easier for him to think I'm dead... For all he did wrong, he was very good to me, and... he did love me very much. I don't want him to know I helped cause his downfall."

She gave Jim a sad smile. He nodded, then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. The two of them still had much to discuss; decide what her future was to be. Cinnamon Carter had been killed the night before. She simply could not re‑surface alive and well back in Los Angeles where she had started out. But these decisions could wait until she was medically cleared, until she'd had time to recover from this assignment, until... they had some more answers to

their questions. There would he time later.

"We'll see you tomorrow."

The rest of the team all said their goodnights and left. Rollin remained behind for a moment. Cinnamon looked at him and nodded in answer to his silent question then accepted his kiss. He left her bedside, stopping a moment at the door to look back at her. With a sad but contented smile, Rollin left Cinnamon to her thoughts.

Alone, Cinnamon glanced down at the jade, emerald, and diamond ring Noel had given her less than six months ago. She touched it gently with the fingers of her right hand, then closed her eyes and looked away as tears welled up to dampen her lashes.

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Terry S. Bowers

January 23, 1987

Revised: September 30, 2001

SPECIAL THANKS TO: Nancy Johnson for researching the Chinese character 'jade' for me and to Becky Eisenhuth for making me so angry that I fixed it.

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