December 7th, 2025

As the seasons changed, most of the fighting had died down. The New American Empire owned the Western Hemisphere. The economy was booming, and the people were all getting into the Christmas spirit. In America, Studebakers, and Nashes automobiles tried to conquer the worst snowstorm in American history. The weather had been getting worse thanks to the nuking the NWO had done years prior. The Ghost stepped out of his Studebaker K-Series pickup and marched inside of the new Synthon Defense Contractor plant, inside they'd been testing the HA-40. Synthon had already produced over 1,000,000 models in the past few years and had made plenty of upgrades.

"Well, I didn't drive through the worst storm I've ever seen to stand here."

"Of course, Commander, Jerry! Run COM-TEST Delta."

The soldier stepped into the armor as "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas" by Perry Cuomo played over the speakers. The soldier took his first few steps and began the test. Outside the blast proof room, the armor took a beating from grenades, smaller grade tank shells, bazookas, and all sorts of gun fire.

"Seems like you figured out just what the troops needed."

"Yes, we took survey from those who wore the HA-40, this suit is the HA-50. It is superior in every way; it can handle exactly what you and the troops requested."

"Good, get as many as you can into production."

The two men shake hands and then the Ghost gets back into his truck, heading for the White House. Once there, he showed President Overlord the film of the test.

"Excellent! That will take anything our enemies may try to throw at it in the future."

"Agreed, speaking of the future have you considered..."

The Ghost was cut short by a woman bursting through the doors, and informing them that the New Nazi Reich and the New World Order had conducted a joint strike on Cuba, one of their many naval bases.

The two readied to speak on TV as the damage reports came flooding in.

"We interrupt your regular scheduled show, to bring you word from the President and Military Commander of the New American Empire."

"Good evening everyone, unfortunately I come bearing bad news. Today, December 7th, 2025, the anniversary of Pearl Harbor, Kennedy Naval Base in Cuba was attacked, deliberately and cruelly by the New World Order and the New Nazi Reich in a joint effort. Efforts are underway in getting our citizens the help they need, and much needed medical supplies. On this day, The Head of the IA, Ghost, our Military Commander and myself, have all agreed, we will be entering this war, and showing those who died at Kennedy Base, that we don't let killing Americans slide."

"At this time, I order any and all military personnel to the nearest bus station, airport, or vehicle in your position, and begin making your way to the base closest to your location. Any who would like to volunteer, head to your local recruiter's office, and enlist. There will not be a draft at this time. No further questions."

The reporters snapped photos, and tried to ask questions, but the two had gotten off the set, and went back into the Oval Office.

"Tell our defense contractors to load what they have. We don't have much time before news reaches our enemy."

"Yes sir. I shall get to Wright Airforce Base and take the Enola to meet with the NAES Curtis."

"Godspeed to you Ghost."

The two salute each other and the ghost rushes out to his truck, itching for a fight, one that has been brewing for a long time.