So its 10:02 on Dec 31st. Last story of the decade. Well a little back info, these events take place after the taking of Vasel from Gallia so a little after Welkin take the bridge. Yes Welkin does make apperances. Now I love the tales about how Welkin and his merry band of uber patriotic soliders saved the day for Gallia and kicked the Imps out for good, but Where is everyone else? Well that's where the Ghosts come in. Hope you enjoy. I really do like reviews but not if they are like "Why isn't this a Yoai between Jager and Maxamillian?" I would prefer good reviews, but if you say things like "This story sucked!!!!1111!!!1!" then make sure you leave you adress so I know where your house is so I can burn it down. That's a joke by the way. So yea, hate it if you want to but try to love it.

Thustle, thump. The dark night shaded two men, one with a machine gun, one with a rifle. The men were against the wall of a black cabin deep in the woods in the suburbs of Randgriz. The man with the Machine gun looked at his comrade and gave a nod. The rifle man took a deep breath and then returned the nod. The assault trooper made three hoots that sounded almost identical to an owl. The rifle man gave a small smirk in expectancy.

Out of the darkness were the flashes and bangs of a Mogs machine gun. The repetitive sounds were accompanied by thuds, shattering glass, and the death shouts of a man inside. Then, as fast as they had started, they stopped, the clicks of an ammo cartridge being replaced could be heard in the distance. The silence was broken in the matter of a second with a shout of "We're under attack! Return fire!" The cabin lit up with activity as the Imperials inside fired upon the unseen enemy in the forest. The forest was soon alight with flashes and bangs of gunfire going both directions. Inside, you could hear shouts and the thuds of men falling on the ground.

The men on the side wasted no more time , the rifle man turned to the door, raised his foot to it, and kicked it down in quick succession. He ducked back out, and the assault trooper turned inside and opened fire. As soon as he ducked back down, the rifle man pulled out and armed a grenade. He let it cook for a second and then tossed it into the small building. The small device exploded into a ragnite smoke cloud with shouts and thuds. The rifle man turned inside and quickly found two imps, he fired two shots, dropping one before he knew what had happened. He turned to the other man who was going for his pistol, but stopped and put his hands up in the air. The rifleman turned around and said "Moink get in here; we got a live one!" Moink walked in with Machine gun pointed at the imp. With a heavy accent, he said, "Well, this one is shaking like a rabbit. Take off your helmet boy, we don't like them down here in Gallia."

The Imperial took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The rifle man then ordered, "Hands behind your head; Moink take the pistol from him, throw it outside." Moink did what he was told as well as the Imperial. The rifle man sat on a chair that was at the table near them. He looked at the Imp and said "So what's ya name?"

"Maxamilian, sir."

"Ahh, one with some manners. So did you enlist or were you drafted?"

"Uh..uh, I enlisted, but I swear I thought I was going to fight the Federation. I didn't want to come to Gallia--please, I'm unarmed!"

"Relax Max. As you can see, my squad and I are in the killing business, but you're lucky. You see, Gallian control is very far from here, so we are not into prisoner taking. So we can either kill you now or let you go. But we can't let someone go and get nothin' from 'em. You see, we barter alot here in Gallia, and right now what's on the plate is your life. It just so happens that we have it and you would like to posses it. So we're gonna trade. Moink! Give me the map." Moink quickly pulled a map out of a pouch on his belt and presented it to his superior. "Alright, so everyone knows that the area around Vasel is a hot spot for battles and Skirmishes ever since Mr. Gunther and his merry band of floating troops snatched that bridge right out of you dirty little Imp hands. Now everyone and their grandmother knows that the Imps in Charge of the Bridge are holed up in the village of Grandmontu. The thing is, we don't know if there just so happens to be any Imp holdouts, creekbends, or holes in the wall, that you might pop your nasty little heads out of. So you have two choices: you either point out on this Map where any of those things are, or we painfully shoot you one limb at a time until you die from it, probably with that little pistol you had. Now whats it gon..." Before he could finish Maxamilian jumped with a pen Circleing and listing the numbers and what kind of guns they had. Monk and the rifle man looked at the map together.

"So, watcha think boss, that worth an imp?"

"Well the dirt under the toe of a 75 year old woman is worth more than an imp, but that will do fine for this little agreement. Alright we have to let him go, but show him the special Gallian way."

Moink nodded and then with a war cry grasped Max, who was screaming bloody murder, and proceeded to smash his head with his Gun. The rifle man laughing turned to Moink and said, "You knew what I was talking about?"

Moink shrugged to his commander and said, "Well they say we're barbarians, so why not?"

The Rifle man took out a cigarette and lit it with a match. He jumped out the open window and waved his arms, signaling it was alright to come out of hiding. Moink walked up next to him, the rifleman murmured, "Moink the stars are relly pretty tonight, ain't they?"

Moink, who was smiling, replied "Yea sure are Gilfred."

Gilfred replied, "Moink. You know you can't use my name, you have to use my codename."

"Yeah, sorry, Soap..."