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EVERYONE ANSWERS TO SOMEONE…
In the wake of the Purity War, the Bureau of Genetic Welfare was formed with one clear mission goal: to find a permanent solution to the problems that had arisen as a result of the genetic manipulations experiment. It was necessary to maintain peace and social order.
That is what the people involved in the project believe with all their hearts; the purification of damaged genes was their creed—after all, it was the entire purpose of their organization.
Or so they believed.
AND SOMEONE IS ALWAYS WATCHING…
The United States of America was once a dominant world power, but the Purity War and its fallout had removed them from the race; America was now the lowest of low—no more of a threat than the third world countries they’d often sought to master.
The Government wanted to level the playing field; they had an entirely different goal in mind for the long haul—something far more important than genetics.
Weapons.
World Domination.
The very serums the Bureau thought they were developing to control their experiments were meant for something greater; they would be used to regain everything the United States had lost. The devastating weapons would be wielded by the very people the Bureau had striven so hard to heal. Not just the genetically ‘perfect’, but anyone who showed the ability to overcome the elixirs.
Because once a weapon is used, in time, the enemy will replicate it.
Immunity… was a must.
They waited, watching for some small sight; trusting that the carefully sown seeds were slowly growing to fruition. For years they monitored the Bureau, becoming more and more impatient with each experiment that failed. Over seven generations, it slowly became clear that there were some serums even a Divergent could not beat—which left a glaring hole in their carefully laid tactical plans. They were on the verge of cutting their losses and closing the Bureau completely—when the sign they’d been waiting for finally arrived.
Beatrice Prior walked through the death serum… and lived.
Moments later, when her body fell, riddled with bullets, a frantic message went out to their agents—employees planted within the Bureau, all dedicated to their Nation.
“Greenlight! Greenlight! Get in there Now!”
“Operation Phoenix has begun!”