While Rudolf had left his last beer on the table and started walking with Hans and Felix to the car, Jakob hadn't really heard what was being said. He was far away in his thoughts, thinking about home and how things could have been, how much he missed his normal life, how he missed speaking Norwegian and just being Jakob and not Viking in the 505th. Rudolf noticed that Jakob hadn't moved a muscle, and paced back to him and patted Jakob on his shoulder. "Come on Jakob, we've got to go!" 

They entered the main facility in Penemünde, and both Rudolf and Jakob recognized the genius behind their superior technology, Doctor Ludwig. Felix did the talking with the doctor, while Rudolf and Jakob took note of their improved suits and the adjustments Doctor Ludwig had done on them. It was natural for them to have winter camouflaged suits when they landed on Iceland, and Jakob couldn't help but smile slightly as he saw his white piece of armour. "Brings back memories from Finland, us Scandinavians in our white uniforms, invisible to the Russians as they advanced, not knowing what was awaiting them. But the Allies must have thought the same. "Jakob said to the others, walking over to his armour and inspecting it, and finally starting to take it on. Rudolf did the same thing, checking out the armour and looking out for any pieces of un-painted black steel. As he was about to take on his armour, he first looked at Felix entering the armour of Tyrant, and then over at Doctor Ludwig, a confused look on his face. 

"Wait a second, Doctor, how are the Kriegsmarine supposed to deploy Felix onto Iceland? I mean...look at him, he's a ton of steel and death, it's not like they can simply anchor up at the Allied docks and unload him, they'll be shot to pieces."