"I suppose not." Victoria said, as she looked down on Rudolph, aware that the metal walls, while a little echo-y, would keep the noise in, on the most half. Not much more needed to be said of the few hours they spent, letting him take the lead. 
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(Grimsey, by the way, is a island off the northern coast of Iceland. Very, very far north- it is actually on the border line of the Arctic Circle)

29th November, 1943
0300 Hours
Somewhere close to Grimsey Island, Iceland

The U-Boat stuck deep, and quiet, rumbling under the waters that many freighters felt scared to run on. Akureyri saw ships enter in and out, but the winter was hitting hard, and many of the encampments already saw a growing proportion of soldiers dying from hypothermia and cold-related problems. But under these waters, you wouldn't tell if you were in the tropics or under the Arctic Ocean- this was the North Atlantic for what Sturm Adler and Victoria knew, as she led the way of the pair. She wore her uniform over her tactical suit, as Sturm Adler, suited up, followed the femme fatale.
"You always thought I must have been passive, ja? I mean, I always sat at base and gave you support. Turns out that was just a stopgap, I mean, for a long while, I wanted to become operationally involved. But perhaps, the frame of a female is not as suitable as the typical Aryan man, so I have a different method, if you know what I mean." She said, looking back at him, as she opened a hatch, clambering down some stairs, as they headed towards the front, the torpedo room. It was empty, bar one or two Mariners.

A large [url=http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/025/9/6/diving_suit_presentation_by_akruze-d5smv5p.png]Atmospheric Diving Suit[/url] of some sort, that had been hugely changed and modified (a MG42 instead of the gun there, and a cleaner sort of appearance with the air hoses, the back being a pair of huge air tanks and so on) sat in one of the corners by a large opened crate. An MG42 sat on the right arm, and it stood about a little larger than Victoria did, though modifications within the legs and arms bulked up the suit, clearly the motorized system.
"That's the thing. It's an atmospheric diving suit, built to withstand the pressures of the deep. I'll call out on radio what my callsign, let's keep it quiet for now. It's roughly between what Vampire has and what Tyrant has in terms of armor, I'm guessing- it can take a good beating, but it is not built solely for it. It's the best that the designers in the Kriegsmarine can develop for a requirement to dive deep and far below any detection. Now, the North Atlantic Ridge, some geological thing apparently, makes a seriously steep drop to almost 2,500m before the landmass of Grimsey and Iceland comes to about 300 meters deep, so we're going to need to use a set of water thrusters to make sure we don't sink to the bottom. You'll probably die if you drop below 700m- though I'll have to wait till about 1,300m before my suit becomes compromised. You'll feel a little squeezed, but yours should be fine, after Dr Ludwig's modifications. Don't let it panic you- you'll just use up more oxygen, and so on and so on. Follow me, and you should be fine." Victoria said, the Mariners checking a pair of oversized torpedoes, that were clearly developed for only one reason- to carry a payload of two very heavily armored soldiers. She moved over towards a desk, and retrieved a Gewehr 43 Rifle, with an attached Vampir optical sight and a silencer on the end of it, that had been particularly developed for this rifle- making it capable of ranges of up to 500m as a silent sniper rifle. A Sten MkII Silenced, or the MP 751 (e) as an adapted German weapon, was also on the table, and had been modified considerably, eliminating the flaw of the SMG overheating under sustained fire as well as being far more accustomed to Victoria's hands. Yet the only noise this thing made when the shots were fired was the firing pin being hit, and the target perhaps being a little..noisy, if they were hit non-lethally. But Victoria always made sure of the latter. Lastly, a Welrod, her last silent weapon, was the last to find it's way into her suit, tucked into a reinforced bulky cabinet on the rear, by a reinforced battery and a hefty oxygen tank, which suited itself to prolonged periods of diving. More than perhaps Sturm Adler's would last, as it seemed a purpose-built device. She retrieved knives, grenades and other explosives, packing them in, as she checked the specialized and reinforced MG42, jacketed up in a metal casing and connected to a large ammunition store on the suit's mid back. She looked over at Sturm Adler, who's underwater equipment was not specialized, but would be required- an oxygen tank and a connection to the already existing supply in the suit would be required, as well as the water thrusters that would at least keep them from sinking. The ones on her suit were similar to what Tyrant would have in their size- they had to be particularly brutal, in order not to sink like a brick into waters far too deep.

"Check your oxygen supply, have it ready. It may be something new to you, but once you realize how incredible the feeling is, you'll long to return. Remember, the pressure will crush you like a tin can if the suit becomes compromised in any way- 600m is deep enough for us to linger at without Allied Shipping seeing us." She said to him, as she walked back to hers, the suit about a few inches taller than her, and a little wider. Taking her uniform off, her infiltration equipment on with a Welrod at her hip and her...well, tasteful rear visible to Sturm Adler due to the nature of her infiltrator's suit. She clambered in, detaching the helmet as she put it back down once completely in, sealing the suit as the entire thing whirred up, and her arms vaguely connected. A remote firing had been set up for the MG42- many things felt like they had been developed from Project Tyrant, and been incorporated into the development of the diving suit. Perhaps more things would come across from Viking's and Tyrant's projects, over to the others in the 505th perhaps. But even in this thing, Victoria knew she was no Tyrant- she was a little more bulky and a little larger a target than Sturm Adler, perhaps with only a little more protection. The U-235 itself was in itself, a proof of what the Kriegsmarine had seen as a rapid development- and the great emphasis of submarine warfare had allowed them to deeper, and far, far more below the surface than ever before, this almost going to a maximum operating depth of 500m- far, far deeper than many submarines had ever gone before. The fact that their suits were made of such high grade material, and designed with such precision in mind to tolerate such pressure, was something which at the time, did astound Victoria. This was a nation that was making technological quantum leaps, and it felt like anyone that was on the other side wasn't going to have a chance.
"Okay..all feels good, with me, Sturm Adler. Operational Channel from here on out- You're in the other tube, since you can't share I'm afraid. And it's like a fucking steam cooker in here..." She said, being a tease to the man that she knew she could perhaps call an "interest", to a very specific degree, as she felt the heat kick against her suit. Though she knew she had to disembark at a point and go out into almost -20 degrees of cold, getting some heat into her body and then moving out, would work. The fact that the skin-tight infiltrator suit was heavily thermally insulated didn't look obvious, but even clothing of this type was getting more and more future-like, she thought to herself, and she'd feel a little chilly in this thing, but not freezing.

Moving over, the suit's metal feet making a loud clanking on the metal floor, she began to crawl into one of the torpedo tubes, with the assistance of one of the mariners. She backed in, legs first, as she kept her arms high, the mere fact that this was the way it was a little strange, but something she had to get used to. The nosecone was slid back on with a pair of exploding bolts, to detach it once the torpedo had travelled at least 20km, the whole thing fueled up and a long-range operation. She sat back, checking communications, as she felt the tube be lifted, another group of Mariners placing it into the firing rack, as she felt the whole mechanism jump.
"Well...if this is what being fired out of a cannon feels like, I'll stick to wearing this sort of stuff. Callsign's Swordfish, Sturm Adler. I'll see you in the water- look for the light. Oh, and don't worry about depth charges. We're fathoms below any, and you wonder why the Allies haven't figured out submarine warfare truly yet." Swordfish said, looking out her visor into the blackness, a giant yellow light mounted on her shoulder- disengaged for the moment, as she hummed something to herself, then feeling a giant rush. as the whole thing propelled, with a loud crank and a sudden whirring. On the scale of things, the submarine and the torpedo that had been fired was insignificant, but the occupants of the next fired torpedo that was sent alongside, and the one ahead, were more significant than any Allied force would think.
"I'd love to tell you how much sweat there is inside this thing around my breasts, but I think we've gotten all the...well, hot talk over earlier. Let's just stick to business. I suppose once we hit ground, I'll be running around shooting anything that seems to be a threat to our progress, patrols and the like with my silenced equipment. Only use the silenced FG42 to eliminate anything that comes close- and remember, don't make too much noise. Once the charges are down, you return the favour, escort me back to this thing, and we'll clear the rest of the island's AA defenses out, before calling the Fallschrimjager to finish the job and for us to drop back into the deeps of the ocean. By that time, they should have the rest ready with that submersible of theirs, I hope so at least, and we'll be off to the mainland. You'd be surprised at what they teach you to do back in Britain..shame not a lot of my comrades saw the same, and instead, are now dead." Victoria said, chuckling at first, aware that teasing Sturm Adler did partly piss him off, but was something he enjoyed, and she went for that sweet spot at times. She felt for him- more than she did for Reinhard, just because he wasn't so undisclosed, and perhaps more attentive, and not so loud and unthoughtful. Not so distorting and getting in the way of her personality, he listened to her, and she knew he enjoyed it. It was perhaps something her personality took- a much more independent and thinking woman, not some object. And it was that perhaps that made her feel right about Rudolph, to feel at ease with him. Thoughts like these helped her to pass the time, inside a reinforced and motorized heavy atmospheric diving suit that was within a torpedo, about half a kilometer under the North Atlantic Ocean, above a giant ridge of sorts a couple of thousand meters below, that separated the European and North American parts of the world. Things, at least to her, didn't look like they were getting any more sensible anytime soon. This was progress, and more than that, this was the victory she craved.