Much later in Atlantis..
The sound of hurried footsteps moving around outside on the pristine floors of the palace attracted the attention of the royal throne room. Namor leaned back in his throne and smiled. He looked forward results and knew well that sound. Someone had news for him. Perfectly manicured hands steeply together sharply. He glanced around with a bored experison on his face and waited. After all this wait it had better be something intriguing.
The palace doors politely opened and two royal guards led a frightened looking analyst in. The blue skinned servant bowed lowed and waited for the command to rise. The king gave it and waved away the formalites of addressing the monarch for now. He was bored he wanted the news now.
"Sire, we have news regarding the insurgents that you have..obtained."
"Go on." Replied Namor patiently.
"One of them, is a mutant, our intelligence department has her listed as a member of the Brotherhood. She has powers over controlling the remains of human spirits. Her listed identication is unknown. The files have her as Wicked."
Interesting. Magnus lost a sheep from the herd. But what was she doing running against her own people now? Hmm. That would be a fun wound to poke at later. "What else?"
"One of them, a Daisy Johnson, seems to be some sort of genetic anomaly. A chemical alteration has changed her into well, sire, what she is now. The chemical is unknown but we are running tests now. We know that she seems to have developed some powers over mother Gaia."
Namor frowned. That was a complicated mess. This woman was an unkown factor. Something like that he didn't like having in his prison. They would have to sort that and soon. "And the boy?"
"Well, Sire, we have done test after test with samples, but it's inconclusive. We know he isn't human, Atlanteon, or otherwise. There's also no traces of mutant DNA in his blood. We don't even know how he was apple to make the psychic manifestations..that were described."
This was unacceptable. Namor had a right mind to kill this wretch here and now for this inferior report. Yet, something stayed his hand. The only proper way to find out who they were or what agency had sent them was by inquisitive questioning. This was a matter the good king loved to take part in. "Make sure their abilities are collared and have them sent to the eighth floor. I will be there shortly." The king stood and retired from his throne then and made his away to the chamber with an annoyed expression on his face. This would not do at all. They would get their answers one way or another.
He arrived on scene a few moments later just as the hot coals heated up and other such torture equipment was made ready. The three criminals were soon brought in and shoved on top of three separate tables. They where strapped down with chains designed to hold superhuman detainees and forced to stare across at the king whom had stolen them. The torture chamber master rose up to greet the guests and began addressing them calmly while Namor looked on. "Now then. I'm only going to say this once. You will tell me everything. If you are honest and true of heart it will go well for you. Lies will not. You cannot escape and you cannot refuse. Who are you and who are you working for?"