Swordfish chuckled, as she checked the suit's motors, as they fired up, the detatch point coming very shortly.
"Indeed. But you're going to have to be a little more careful than me keeping hidden. We're detaching shortly, don't panic. You're going to feel the pressure a hell of a lot more than I will, but it will hold. Look for the reflectors and large beams of light." She said, as she checked the suit one last time, as the two torpedoes suddenly split in half, the rushing pressure almost sending a creaking noise through, as the bubbles from the previously sealed torpedo escaped upwards, as well as the rebreather gases from the two. The sea was completely black, but as Swordfish's small but massively powerful halogen lamp, mounted just on the right shoulder of the suit, activated. 

At 600m below the waves, the simultaneously thin but wide path of light was all that Sturm Adler could probably see, as the water jets on the suit of Swordfish activated, herself looking out the reinforced pane at the complete darkness outside of it's path. The pressure felt like it hit, the titanium flexing and compressing, but holding. And holding well. It was German engineering to perfection, that allowed them to survive. She could go deeper, but for the sake of Sturm Adler, she wouldn't. They had no need.
"Welcome to the deep....it's a good thing they sealed that suit of yours and adapted it a little more, or else you'd be as crushed as sardines in a can. Do not panic, and remember what has been gone over." She simply said, as she was propelled forwards, the lights illuminating the way ahead, as the sea floor was visible just below, and the two armored soldiers were going to go from the ocean to the snowy hell that was an Icelandic island. It felt surreal, at 600m deep, but it was a depth that even a U-Boat captain wouldn't want to go down to. But these suits, they could do it, or this is as far as Swordfish wanted Sturm Adler to go to.
"Okay, if our current course is on track, we are four kilometers from the coast. Will take us about another half an hour, at this rate- and it's going to be fog, or heavy snow I hear. So let's make the most of that when we arrive, ja?" She said over the comms, a little blury due to the water, but the two were going at a regular pace, towards shore- the deep oceanic ridge subsiding to a more regular level of the North American tectonic plate, which sat right below them, and slowly climbed, up to the tiny island of Grimsey. The landmass rose, but the sight of lava, bright orange, bubbling from the earth's innards arising filled the area with a little more light than Swordfish's light.
"Look at that...if that is what sits in the centre of our earth, it's like some sort of liquid rock...imagine what the Geologists will be like, when they have their hands on this equipment after this. Incredible." She said, as they slowly and surely rose a little, the depth being relieved as they headed closer and closer for the island. She wanted them to stay under till they hit the island itself- right till the shore. Swordfish guessed there were anti-infantry and anti-tank defenses on the beach all along it's surface, But they had a different insertion- right on a lava field, where the earth continued to spew whatever it was that came from below it's crust, she thought to herself. That was regarded as a no-go area for any British or American force on the island. And yet, the armored fist was going to make sure that the Allied radar station would pay as a result for that mistake, as they continued on, through the water, the darkness now only illuminated by that orange glow, and the halogen lamp.