An underling scampered over to the mechanical maiden who examined the ugly imp intently for a moment.  She took a step forward, the little creature stumbled back not exactly trusting the programing that kept this destructive machine under the dark God's control.<br/><br/>“Yes?”  Came that monotone voice, her almost doll like visage never turned away from the pathetic little being.  “Do you have my orders?”  She spoke, a barely recognizable hint of excitement was in her voice.<br/><br/>“Yes mistress.”  The imp weased.  “You are to meet the other Elite in the hall of despair, the time is quickly approaching for the invasion.”  He sighed and took a few steps backwards, expecting the automation to disappear down one of the winding hallways.<br/><br/>“I require verification that you speak with my Master's voice.”  A mechanical hand twitched ever so slightly, her head cocked to one side.  "Do you have today's authorization code?”<br/><br/>“I do, I do!”  He shrieked, suddenly remembering the underling who had forgotten Elohim's password, the wretch had been eviscerated for providing false information.  The little imp rattled off the code, nervously hoping it had been the correct one.<br/><br/>"Orders accepted.”  The machine spun around, and soon her metallic footfalls were ringing down the hall.  Elohim soon reached the room, and slowly stepped inside, her eyes scanned over the various occupants crossreferencing faces with the data that she possessed on each of the elite.<br/><br/>"Greetings.”  She said matter of factly.