Ginny was slowly beginning to regain consciousness and her captor made sure that the ropes that were holding her down could withstand the struggle that was about to ensue.

"Virginia, darling, it's time to wake up and face me." he said in a voice that was sickeningly sweet. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. I respect you too much. You are truly amazing at what you do." The man waited for Ginny to open her eyes.

Ginny knew that he was watching her, so she took her sweet time opening her eyes. When she finally did she was surprised to find herself, not in an abandoned warehouse somewhere, but in a very opulent hotel room.

"Well, good morning, sunshine." he said, grinning wickedly. "I trust that you slept well?" Her captor looked at her as if he was asking her whether she has slept well rather then simply implying that she had.

All right, she could play his game. It would give her time to asses her surroundings and figure out a way to escape.

"Well, I can't really complain. There wasn't any tossing and turning, but I might have you to thank for that. You and a rather sturdy pipe, of course." she said, mustering all of the deceitful sweetness that she could manage with her head throbbing as it was. As she looked at her captor for the first time she was struck by his undeniable attractiveness, thinking, ever so briefly, what a shame it was that all the good looking men were turning evil.

Her comment only seemed to make her captor admire her more. She had already determined that she was on the top floor, because she could see a pool on part of the roof. There was a set of French doors that connected the room she was in to the pool on the roof. She had also learned that she was The BeauRivage, because it was written on a TV menu on the table, next to where she was sitting. She reasoned, by where the angle of the sun, that it was around noon, but she didn't know how many days had passed since she had been caught.

"Excuse me, Virginia, did you hear me?" the man asked, still using his sweet, admiring type voice. This snapped Ginny out of her reverie instantly.

"I beg your forgiveness, it's just that it is quite hard to concentrate when you have to…err…use the bathroom." she said, quite delicately considering her situation. He had been correct before when he had said that she was good at what she did. She could make up things with little or no thought whatsoever, which might have been the resounding reason the CIA had agreed to use her, even though she wasn't American.

Her antics worked yet again! With a soft chuckle the man untied her, while pointing a gun at her, of course. He pointed towards the bathroom, and Ginny, after giving him her sweetest smile, she walked awkwardly, because of her need to pee, to the bathroom.

The moment she shut the bathroom door she dropped the façade. She turned on the fan and the water at the sink before she sat down to think. She had to get out of there and she knew it. The only problem was, how? This hotel had an excellent security system. She saw that all the doors (except the bathroom door) locked automatically, and required two keys to unlock it, one on the inside and one on the outside. She'd also seen small red lights in unusual places, such as the smoke detector, the air vent, and the speaker on the television, which meant that they were watching her too.

Knock, knock.

Ginny's head snapped up. She knew she had to answer the door, but she desperately wanted to curl up in the corner, and cry. Step by step, however, she did what she knew was best. She turned off the water and opened the door, putting her fake smile on once again.

"Yes?" she asked

"I'm sorry to say that I have to leave briefly, but there will be a guard in here with you at all times. I will be back as soon as I can, in the meantime, make yourself at home." Ginny nodded and started to close the door again, but the man put his foot out to stop the door.

"I should warn you," he added, "if you try to escape you will not like the consequences, just as I will not like having to carry them out." His expression grew serious, which she knew was meant to end her thoughts of escape. Instead, it made her realize that she had to find a way to escape that wouldn't fail.

"I understand." she said. "Can I take a shower?"

He nodded, and she closed the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, I presume." said a very handsome man in his late twenties. Malfoy looked up with his trademark smirk plastered on his face. This was why he was sitting at the small café in Biloxi, Mississippi. It wasn't his first business trip to the U.S., but it was his first trip to Biloxi. It wasn't as he expected. Instead of farmlands, he was surrounded by casinos. Anyway, it didn't matter, because after this meeting he would be heading back to Malfoy Manor in England.

"And you must be the infamous Landon Burk." said Malfoy, standing up and shaking hands with the man.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Malfoy. I apologize for making you come all of the way here from England, but I have a proposition for you." Malfoy grinned, this was what he had been hoping for, a bargaining chip.

"I'm listening." Malfoy replied.

"You are quite popular among my circles, not only for your wealth, but also for your special skills. You know the ones I am talking about, don't you?"

"Yes," Malfoy replied honestly. "My ability to get around without being noticed. Correct?"

"And your skill in handling the situation when you are noticed." the man said with obvious amusement. Malfoy nodded appropriately, encouraging Burk to go on.

"To get to the point, I need your help. Both financially and tactically. In return for you help, I can get you all the weapons that you want, and the names, the addresses, and the phone numbers of anyone that you want, even people in the witness protection program. I can offer you satellite surveillance. Anything the CIA can do I will be able to do for you." He finished as though this made him king of the world, which, in a manner of speaking, it did. Malfoy couldn't help but drop his normally blank expression and raise his eyebrows in curiosity.

Burk smiled a very disarming smile, and Malfoy knew that this was very, very bad news for the CIA. Lucky for the CIA, he was very convincing as the bad guy.

"How, may I ask, is that possible?" asked Malfoy.

" Ah, I am afraid that is a secret that I shall have to keep just a little longer." Burk said, sighing. "I will contact you within the next 48 hours to see if we have a deal or not. I'm afraid I have a matter to tend to" He stood to leave, but Draco stopped him when he stood up also.

"I can tell you now that we do, Burk. Make that call about the details of my requirement instead. I will wait for your call." With that Malfoy stood up and walked away from the café and the dangerously powerful young man

"Oh shit." muttered Malfoy as he walked away.

The Man, as Ginny called him, had already been gone for two hours, and she was running out of things to do. She had thought of several possible escape ideas, but before she gave any of them a try, she wanted more information, and this guard wasn't going to give her anything. In her opinion, this guard much was better agent then his superior, the man. After her shower, she had tried to start a small conversation with her new guard, but he didn't respond. He just looked at her like she was nuts. Seeing that he wasn't going to be of any help, she decided to look around and try to find out as much as she could.

The room was large and full of expensive looking furniture, including what looked like a diamond chandelier. It had the basic amenities, like, a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a small dining table, and a television. They were all the best and most luxurious version of those basic amenities, of course. Also, there was a min-fridge and a hot tub. Not to mention the fact that they had a penthouse suite with access to a pool.

Wait a minute, she thought, if this is a penthouse suite then it should have addition rooms attached.

Ginny looked, but she didn't see any doors. She did, however, notice a small black smudge about a foot long beside the wardrobe. Upon closer inspection ( by pretending to fall down right beside the wardrobe), she discovered that it had been moved to cover the door. She didn't know why of course, but at least she was getting somewhere now.

It was two days before the Man came back to Ginny. She had been given an elegant dress to wear to dinner with him the night he came back. She wore the clothes that she had been captured in to that dinner.

Okay, she thought to herself, this is it. This is my chance to get away from this madness. It's all or nothing.

After taking a deep breath, she sat down at the table and waited for what she knew was about to unfold. As if on cue, the Man entered, put his key in his pants pocket, and sat down across from her at the table, which was decorated intimately.

"I'm so sorry, Virginia," he said in his stupidly sweet voice, " I was detained. I'm sure that you have a lot of questions, so feel free to ask anything, and I will answer all that I can."

"Okay," she said, " why are you keeping me here? Why didn't you just kill me or keep me locked up in a cellar someplace?"

"Because I need you, plus, as I have already said, I truly do admire you. I know all of your history, and you are just astounding! I'm really quite flattered to be in your good company." He was really starting to make her sick.

He is such an arrogant prick! How can he stand to be around himself for more than five minutes? I really hope I get to hit him!

"Anymore questions?" he asked, plainly. She thought for a moment and a very clever plan came to mind. He obviously liked her, and the way he looked at her when he didn't think she was watching, proved that he desired her.

"Just one," she said seductively, leaning over the table to give him a tempting peak at her cleavage. The mans lips twitched upward slightly, and his eyes were right were she wanted them.

Standing up and walking to sit on the bed she said, "Will you be staying long enough for me to thank you for my good treatment?" Ginny had to give it to this man, he was good too. Even though it was obvious that he wanted to jump on her, right then and there, he slowly stood, walked to the TV stand, and leaned up against it. She motioned for him to sit on the bed, but instead of obeying her command, he motioned for her to come to him.

She slowly got up off the bed and came to him, putting her hands on his surprisingly firm chest. At first he didn't do anything, he just looked at her, but just as she was thinking that this wouldn't work and began to pull back, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. Ginny smiled at him. This part of the game was as just like driving a car. She had to go through the steps, and make sure not to go to fast. She switched back and forth from looking at his eyes to looking at his lips, signaling to him that this is what she wanted.

He got the message, but instead of kissing her lips, he bent down, and sensuously kissed her neck. She let a soft moan escape her lips (which she didn't have to fake that much.), and she moved her hands to his hair. After moaning again and pushing up against him, he finally seemed ready to start doing what she wanted. He stopped kissing her neck and leaned his head so close to her head, their noses were almost touching. As he leaned to put his lips to hers, she pulled back a little, still smiling. So far everything was going perfectly, now came the hard part- getting his to turn off all of the cameras.

"Do you think we could get some privacy?" she asked nodding towards the cameras.

"Only if you promise to not do anything sneaky."

"You know me." she said coyly. He made a face of mock sternness.

"Yes, I do." he paused, "But I'm going turn them off anyway. Privacy is very important."

Ginny barely had a chance to take a breath before his lips were on hers. He bit her lower lip, making her gasp in shock. The man took advantage of her open mouth and sought out her tongue with his own. Kissing him back with as much passion as she could muster, Ginny's hands found there way to his belt buckle. She unfastened his buckle and managed to get his pants off in a matter of seconds. Abruptly, she ended the kiss and stepped back.

He looked at her questioningly for a minute, but realization slowly dawned on him. Before he could act, however, she drew back her fist and punched him so hard in the face, he blacked out.

She didn't hesitate long because she wasn't sure if he had really knocked out the video surveillance. She searched his pants pockets and pulled out the key. Since nobody had come yet, she decided to teach the Man a lesson. The ripped off strips of the dress they had brought her, and after lifting him on to the bed (quite difficultly), she tied his wrists to the bedpost.

"There." she said. "That's much better."

Since the main doors required two keys, she knew she couldn't get out that way, but she also knew that her captors had gone through the trouble of moving the wardrobe in front of the door for a reason. As quietly as she could, she pushed the wardrobe back into its original spot. To her surprise the door opened with just her one key, and to her greater surprise, there was nobody in the next room. It was just like the room she had been in, only much bigger. She quietly, slipped out of that room, into the main hall. It only took her five minutes to get down to the first floor and into the crowd of people outside the hotel, but it felt like it took forever. She didn't even slow down until she was a mile from the hotel.