Atomic Abyss

In a dark and dim corridor, Elijah Reid walked towards an elevator, the dusty corridor echoed with every step he took. Pyrebomb sat on a chair beside the elevator, his lower left arm was covered in bandages, he stood up as Reid approached.

"Evening Reid, considering you've ended up here, I'm gonna assume your mission ended up as badly as mine did, you know you're trapped in this now, just like I am, they won't let you out anymore."

Reid nodded, "Miller wasn't it? They called you in too?" Pyrebomb nodded, "That's right, I tried to escape but the Bishops caught me, and here I am, I guess we're both screwed now."

The corridor echoed as a man dressed in all black approached the two, his voice was synthetic.

"Elijah Reid, Adrien Miller, The Bishops of Control wish to speak with you."

The masked man handed them a mobile phone, it was on speaker mode, two almost identical sounding voices rung through the phone, they were slightly synthesised to disguise their identity, they spoke the same words at the same time.

"Two Pawns failed their missions, for the first Pawn's mistake, we lost our "Saviour". For the second Pawn's mistake, we had to intervene... Your fates will be decided by our Queen... in person... pray that she's in a good mood."

The call abruptly cut off and the elevator doors ominously slid open.

"Guess this is it, was nice knowing you Reid." Pyrebomb looked at Reid.

Reid nodded and they both stepped into the elevator, the door creaked shut and it began it's descent into the abyss below. After five minutes in complete silence, the elevator ground to an abrupt halt, the door slowly slid open into a dark room, as the two stepped out the door slid shut, the room was shrouded in complete darkness.

Suddenly, a light came on in front of them, the outline of a crown glowed a deep purple, followed shortly afterwards by the outline of two wings, both outlined with the same deep purple LEDs, one wing on each side of what looked to be the outline of a throne, faintly in view from the dim lights of the wings.

The outline of a young woman sat atop the throne, just barely visible due to the dim lights, however any distinguishing features were obscured by the darkness.

She crossed one leg over the other, she spoke with a voice that was a cold and angry tone, her speech patterns were extremely crude.

"Two Pawns 've come to visit, Adrien Miller 'n' Elijah Reid. Both failed their missions." She shook her head.

Pyrebomb stepped forward "Well, you see, Ranger Ranger was there and-"

"I didn't ask for excuses Adrien." Queen snapped back.

"Adrien, your job was easy, Awaken 'n' retrieve the Saviour... you managed the first part by accident, you let him get away though." She shook her head again.

"Miss Queen, Ranger Ranger was there so I couldn't-"

"ENOUGH, no more excuses Adrien, you're annoyin' me, Lemme rephrase. Fuck up again and my guys'll pay that wife of yours a visit, I know where she is Adrien."

Pyrebomb stepped back. "You dare hurt her, I swear I'll kill you, this isn't a game Queen-" 

Queen laughed "You want her alive when you get home, all you gotta do is succeed next time, it ain't hard, you just gotta be better, we don't want liabilities in our operation here."

Queen nodded in satisfaction and turned to face Reid.

"Elijah, you had to pick up where Adrien left off, get the Saviour back from the Hero Organisation, since they've been corruptin' him with their lies 'n' shit, you also had to get some information for us from the data bank, which you failed to do, in the end, we had to waste resources, savin' you, our other operative, and retrievin' the Saviour ourselves. Thanks to your incompetence the heroes now know about us... don't think I don't know about your treachery, I don't like traitors Elijah, understand?"