Phantom Thief of Hearts
We live in the Metal Gear timeline
"High School was the best time of my life!" Pierre was so lost in the nostalgia of his glory days of high school that he ignored Marie's sensible concerns, "The Golden Age of House Parties... The Rock and Roll Wrestling!"
Tucker was cleaning a toaster of its crumbs with a butter knife when he overheard Marie's one-sided conversation with Pierre, "There's not going to be a rock and roll anything, Pierre! Especially with Hitler still bopping about."
Pierre had sadness painted upon his face when Tucker informed him of the bad news.
"And thanks to Ilsa, we know that Hitler has his eyes on a female student!" Tucker explained as he pointed the butter knife at Ilsa who was busy baking her breakfast, "Which is why I spent all night working on..."
Jackson was very impressed by Tucker's work on the identikit which left Pierre bewildered why anyone would consider this arts and crafts nightmare to be something that resembles something that Hitler would find attractive.
"I think this is the kind of girl..." Tucker whisper menacingly as he slowly shifted his eyes over to the identikit, "Hitler would be after..."
DING!
<"Hey, the lingushkas are ready!"> Ilsa exclaimed as her breakfast cakes were ready to be pulled from the oven.
"And Marie considering you're having doubts that we can't just kill Hitler like what we did before I'll tell you what the plan is..." Tucker furiously used the butter knife to clean the toaster once more, "We'll find this girl... Use her as bait to kill Hitler!"
Ilsa, ignoring the fact that Tucker clearly has lost his goddamn mind, joyfully delivered the breakfast cakes over to the dinner table.
"All Right, Breakfast Cakes!" Pierre gleefully gabbed a delicious breakfast cake from the muffin pan.
"They smell so nice!" Jackson also grabbed a pair before offering the other to Agent 3.
"Then Hitler's magic will wear off and Claire will come back to life!" Tucker's refusal to accept his wife's death was on full display as he continued to furiously clean the toaster, "Easy Peasy—" A Burst of electricity shot out of the toaster and sent the Aussie flying on to the dinner table.
"Are you all right, my friend?" Pierre asked Tucker who was slowly recovering from the shock.
"I'm perfectly fine..." Tucker muttered with a blank expression on his face.
It was clear to Marie that their chances of beating Hitler with this team is going down by every minute.
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