Sturm Adler had expected to fight and travel quite many different places with the 505th and Raven Squad, and so he had, but partaking in a sub-sea assault had not passed him at all. The only time he had been in a submarine other than this travel to Iceland, was when they travelled by U-boat from Germany, all the way to Argentina and then across the Pacific Ocean, and now the High Command demanded that he and Victoria do something never done before. Then again, they were both part of the 505th, and they always completed the impossible, more or less with total destruction. 

He moved right behind Victoria as they made their way to the torpedo room, and Victoria slenderly slipped into her own piece of armour, just as terrifying as those worn by the rest of the 505th. "You would be the only one I'd consider sharing one with, now you realize how the rest of the 505th feels inside their shell." He said to who he now had to refer to as Swordfish, quite fitting really. She was always such a tease towards him, but she meant every word she said. Victoria knew how strong of a woman she really was, and everything about her said that she didn't take shit from anyway, knowing how to deal with life in her own way without any help, and how to treat a man like he felt appreciated. And many a time after their first encounter back at Peenemünde, they had had plenty of times to show eachother what they felt, and would do, with each other. 

The torpedo carrying Stürm Adler shot out of the U-boat, headed towards island of Grimsey where they would meet the last bastion of "Democracy and Freedom" in Europe. Now they would show them what would rule Europe under a 1000-year Reich, Germany. "Jawhol, meine Frau. Remember who's going to looking out for your ass up there."