The man smiled. "I don't think so, you're mine now." He finally removed his mask, casually tossing it on the bed.<br/>"I don't think I'll be needing this anymore, they tell me you won't remember any of this tomorrow."<br/>Gina suddenly realized why he was so familliar. Standing before her was the man who had tossed her out of the Agincourt penthose so rudly, the deputy chief of operations of the NYPD!