Secret Government Base: 1984

The time machine was complete. Snake looked at it. It was a black, smooth box that had a bright red digital clock on it showing the date and time. The Colonel then gave him the box.

"Be careful," said the Colonel.

"I will," Snake replied. He had been assigned to go back in time to assassinate Adolf Hitler. Doing this will lead to, hopefully, bringing peace around the world. Snake put in the coordinates. Then suddenly, a man, who was hiding in the shadows of the room, jumped out. He touched Snake as soon as the only visual thing in the room was a bright blue flash. Then, the room was empty, leaving only a worried Colonel.

T.I.M.E. HQ: ?

A siren was heard. Andrew and Sam put down their donuts and coffee and left from the break room. They ran to the commissioner's office to get their assignment. The two uniformed men sat in front of the cigar addicted police chief as he greeted them.

"Good evening fellas," said the commissioner.

"Hello commissioner," said Sam.

"Now, here's the skinny: Some soldier in the year 1984 thought it was a good idea to create a time machine and go back to June 5, 1944, to assassinate the leader of the Nazi party of that time, Adolf Hitler. In addition to that, a genetically engineered assassin tagged along with him to do the same thing. And finally, the real kicker, our responders have picked up the use of one of our older time devices in a German pub. We think it might be Him."

"Not Him," exclaimed Sam.

"We're not sure, but he's going to the same time period, so he might be doing the same thing. Your mission is to track these guys down and make sure they don't kill Hitler."

"Yes sir," said both of them in unison. They grabbed their guns, their tasers, and their coffee and got into the time car. It was black and all blocky. Sam hit a button which turned it into a 1940 Pontiac Streamliner.

"Let's do this," Sam said as he turned the ignition. In a blue flash, they were gone.

German Pub: Present Day

A hooded figure drinks a cup of very warm whiskey.

"Um, sir," asked the bartender, "are you almost done? The bar closes at eight, and I don't want to be late on the way home."

"Don't worry pal," said the figure, "I'm almost finished."

The bartender looked at the man for a second. He realizes who it is.

"Holy crap! Are you-"

"Yes," he replied in a tired but nice tone.

"Well, what are you doing in Germany?"

"Special business."

"Well, can I have your autograph?"

"Sure thing." The bartender was ecstatic.

"Here, let me just grab my notepad." As he ran to the back room, a group of men dressed in black leather suits came in.

"Look, fellas," said the figure, "this can go two ways. One, you walk away. Two, I walk on your face." He loved to quote his friends like that.

"We aren't scared of you," said one of the men.

click*

The hooded man pressed a button on his hand. The clock on the wall stopped. Everyone froze.

"Well," said the hooded man, "you should be."

"Alright here you-" said the bartender as he walked out and looked at the carnage that was left behind. Every one of the nine men had burning holes in their heads. Well, most were luckier to have their heads blasted off into smithereens. He was petrified but was surprised to see a napkin with the name Chuck Norris on it.

"Thanks, Mr. Norris, wherever you went! I'm gonna be late again, aren't I?"

Alleyway: 1945

Snake looked behind him to see who had touched his back. No one was there. Snake had appeared in an alleyway in Germany. He walked out having a strange feeling that he was being followed.