After Limey receives the mission to try, Limey asks Sylvie to complete the task together. The target they'll try to eliminate is Adolf Hitler. Thanks to Rowan, he has the time machine to travel to World War 2.

As it turns out, there were three ways to stop Adolf Hitler. One option would be using Sylvie's knife. The other option was using the guns, which Limey doesn't have, and putting the poison in Hitler's drink.

The third option was to use some special agent to assassinate Adolf Hitler.

In this world, only Sylvie can do it. If Limey fails to accomplish it, then all three options will happen.

When the night of the attack came, both the assassins, Sylvie and Limey, went to Hitler's house. When they arrived at the front door, they saw that Adolf Hitler had an army of SS men on his doorstep. They had warned him about their attack, so he wasn't surprised when they entered. He seemed delighted when they arrived. He even gave them gifts.

They were surprised at first, but they quickly got used to it. It was like Limey was thrilled to see them.

They tried to get him to surrender immediately, but he kept denying it. Instead of just trying to take down the Nazi bastard once and for all, the assassins took their time to observe Adolf Hitler. They decided that if someone could assassinate Adolf Hitler without being seen, then they could also assassinate Hitler later.

They spent most of their time analyzing Adolf Hitler's behaviour. They noticed that he became more excited whenever he saw them, making him more unpredictable. It was only until they realized something else. He was drinking heavily, making himself more susceptible to the poison. After they observed Adolf Hitler for several hours, they concluded the only way to assassinate him without leaving any evidence behind was through alcohol or drugs.

The first step was observing how many drinks Adolf Hitler consumed daily. The second step was to identify his weakness. The assassin who discovered the flaw was nicknamed "The Balanced" because of their calm behaviour and good judgment. They never lost a mission, and they did everything right. Their plan worked perfectly because of the alcohol tolerance of Adolf Hitler.

Their next move was to choose their victims. They had to pick a target from among several hundred men. Each target would be assigned to the assassin, and then one of them would go to each of Adolf Hitler's enemies and give them instructions. When everything was settled down, and they finally had their targets, they would return to Adolf Hitler's home, put the poison in his drinking water, and then return to their original place.

But not before the assassins left a note with Adolf Hitler's phone number and address for safekeeping. They didn't want anyone getting suspicious.

That was what happened when their plan worked. Every single target ended up dying from alcohol poisoning, including Adolf Hitler.

"I not mean you to kill everyone. Right?" said Limey. "We still need our target."

"I don't care about your target," said Sylvie. "This whole situation was my idea! So, I don't care!"

After this operation succeeded, Adolf Hitler was declared dead by the American authorities, and the assassins became free to walk around as they pleased. That didn't stop them, though.

Every month, they collected Adolf Hitler's body parts into a bag and buried it.

They were now free and ready for anything that came their way. The mission was successful, but Sylvie did it messily.

Limey knew better than to tell her that she didn't mess anything up, but instead, he said to her that he was proud of what she did.

He also pointed out that if her skills were as excellent as she made them seem, she could probably save millions of lives one day by doing exactly what she does today.

"Yeah...maybe." Sylvie smiled slightly.

Two months had passed since the assassination attempt, but no assassin had come forward. The mission was considered too risky, and even though nobody died, they shook up the entire organization... He knew they had completed the task. They travelled to the present day, a peaceful era filled with peace and love. Now they have all they ever wanted.

"Oh, hey, Limey," said Sylvie, "what if we went back to the beginning? We'd get to know each other again."

Limey looked at Sylvie curiously. "What?"

"Well, let's say...that we had been traveling through different dimensions for years and decades, and finally meet again in one timeline where our friends are alive and well, and you know what else? You met me, the person that you thought was dead, and we've gotten to know each other pretty well after years of silence!"

Limey shook his head slowly in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would bring that up. "You're joking, right?"

Sylvie crossed her arms. "Nope! I'm absolutely serious! We'd have a whole new chance at life together!"

Limey chuckled as he stared at her. "You sure? Don't you think people will think you're crazy?"

"Maybe so. Maybe that'll make things easier to explain. People won't look twice at us anymore when it comes to that stuff."

Limey nodded. He knew she was right, but the thought still frightened him.

"Besides," said Sylvie, "I'm starting to doubt myself and myself. Why should this universe have a chance in hell to survive if I haven't killed anyone yet?! I know I'm supposed to feel satisfied after completing missions, but it makes him feel worse. Do you want to feel worse?"

Limey shrugged and smiled lightly. "Don't really think there's much choice for me anymore. Besides, you already told me your plan. I'll follow you wherever you lead me, right?"

"Good answer," smiled Sylvie as she kissed Limey on the cheek.

She was about to continue the conversation when the call they were waiting for rang. It was her mother calling to congratulate her daughter for completing the assassination mission.

"Hey, Mom," greeted Limey. "How was your day?"

"It was wonderful, kid. His father was talking to Mr Yagami, the new president of the Yakuza. He's really nice, just like your Dad says."

"Thank you, Mom, but you shouldn't praise him so easily. He's not as nice as my Dad."

Limey could hear his mother laugh, although the background noises weren't clear enough to understand her words. "Well, you certainly sound like him," replied Lorena, "and that's saying a lot. Listen, son, I gotta go, but I love you so much and I'l talk with you soon, okay sweetie?"

Limey nodded, smiling. "Okay, Mom. Talk with you soon."

After he hung up the phone, Sylvie turned toward Limey and kissed him gently. "Sorry about that," he said.

"It's fine," said Sylvie, grinning happily. "Just glad that we were able to fulfil our mission."

"And it worked well," smiled Limey.

After the operation, Sylvie and Limey returned to take a break after the fascinating mission. Sylvester also appeared in the room. They talked and laughed while watching the movie that was playing on TV.

Later in the evening, they fell asleep peacefully with their heads leaning against each other.