My name is Sokra. My mother named me after me mother. It means Rebel. I don't know why but it doesn't matter. When I was 6 my father went off to war. He died in action. After the war. America plunged into failure. People felt that the government wasn't protecting us enough. About 30,000 men died. Brothers, Fathers, Sons, Friends. And america didn't give a damn. They just sent people to the houses and told them they died and left. I screamed at the man after the 10 year war ended. He said he died and left. He didn't care and I knew it. I left the house when I turned 19. I walked out and only talked to my mom on holidays but rarely also. I walked away from America and somehow I became a rich girl. Not as in I invented the first HydroFueled car but i became a leading General in the First Round Sniping Troop. America changed after the war. We became a 'Utopia' everyone wants to get in here even our traitors. But we became heavily armed as well. We have a city in the center of America called "The Republic District of Manso". I live there. Its basically the 'City of Rich People' as the outsiders call it. But this isn't my story. My story is behind the scenes. We have had bombings throughout the United Nation. The people responsible... The Rima. An elite group of traitors and assassins who's goal is to create a better Nation. They are partially right. Some things could change but some are fine. The Rima will change the United Nation.