Steve's eyes slowly opened as he regained consciousness.  He knew that it was no use struggling, the ropes felt tight tied around him to the bench.

"Go get the commander." one man in uniform said to the other.

Steve tried to think where he had heard that voice before.  He usually had a good memory for most things, especially numbers, but for some reason, just couldn't pin point it.

"Having trouble remembering Steve?" the commander asked.

"It's the gas...  a chemical agent that induces lose of memory.  Oh don't worry, it's only temporary.  I just wanted to see the shock on your face when it all starts coming back to you, and you realize in those last few moments of you're life who I am."  the man said, sitting down directly across from Steve.