Swordfish chuckled, as she kept her G43 high, moving over the rest of the lava field quickly, keeping to the snow and more iced over sections, to avoid the heat. Stepping off, she found the perimeter fence. the snowstorm hiding them. She had an intuition she was in the clear- and as she took the tiny boltcutters off her bootleg, clipping the fence link by link, she was in. Quickly cutting a roughly Sturm Adler sized hole, she slipped through, already moving through, as she looked through the thermal camera. A pair of men were walking away. Best to leave them, she thought to herself. Later, they could be dealt with. Moving up, she checked her radio, the earpiece linked up to a small box on her hip.
"Sturm Adler, way in is clear. I want to rig the charges right in the middle- I need you to get inside the fence and provide another set of eyes, but be ready if shit hits the fan. Quietly take out any patrols- perhaps think of a Plan B, if things on my end go sour. Perhaps a fuel dump, or a boat, try and see what you find, and stick a charge on it. Get detected, and you know how things will have to work. The messier way." She said, as she kept moving, quickly taking cover behind a snowdrift, already collapsing down. A squad of men ran past, headed across the complex, aware she was hidden as she sunk herself deep in the snowdrift, letting the snow cover her. Her body felt the chill, as she almost wriggled out, looking over. Two more men approached, and they were right in her way. Right before her approach into the radar area. She had to deal with them. quickly. She aimed the rifle, crouching, as she held her breath, already set. The first shot entered the man's temple, by his right ear, and left through his left one, carving a hell of a wound. The second shot went through the man's lungs and heart, quickly kicking him down with a decisive shatter. The exit wound did the rest of the work, and the two men were floored, the British soldiers downed before they knew what hit them. Moving past, she ran over the bodies, moving like a Spectre, checking her radio.
"Going in. Give me five. Up to you from here Sturm Adler, but remember, you know how infiltrators work. Let me do mine, and then we'll regroup back at my suit." She said, moving quickly to a concrete structure, already clambering onto the side. The snow kicked off her gloved hands, as she clambered up, aware that the snowstorm covered her. Suddenly, the noise of a man emerging from the bunker that the large radar relay protracted from could be heard, and Swordfish knew she had to be quick. Withdrawing her Welrod, she aimed it with a certain flair, headshotting the man with the .45 ACP round, the shot silent apart from the man's thud, on the bodies he had almost just discovered. The snow covered it partly, it shifted and moved like sand, but it was shiveringly cold. Clambering, the wind buffeting, she pulled the charge off her belt, and secured it. Inserting the acid timer, she had three to four minutes, precisely to get out of there. She lept off the structure and slid down the angled concrete bunker, landing in some snow like a black cat, taking her Sten off her back.
"Okay, dealing with the internals now. Radar explosives set. Once everything's done on my end, I'll let you know when to raise hell." She said quietly, moving through the open door, into the concrete bunker.

The bunker wasn't a huge complex within, but it was two-tiered, and Swordfish knew quietly eliminating everyone in here. She moved up to a door, to see a man walk past, inches. She stayed in the cold icy shadows, before emerging, aware he was headed left to a darkened section of the concrete cavern, to a leaky pipe. Swordfish made her burst at that moment, aware that if he had that wrench in his hand, it wouldn't do well. She came unarmed, quickly moving forwards and breaking his arm, before piling forwards, covering his mouth as she then adjusted herself.
"Sweet dreams." She whispered, as she then moved backwards, aware he was going to howl, but she'd keep him silent, to stop an echo of a neck click, or a shot. She put her rear over his mouth, coming down hard, as he muffled, Swordfish smiling, as she felt him slowly suffocate, and stop resisting. Standing up, a little blood down her legs, she left the slightly leaking pipe to carry on, moving into the next room. She almost flawlessly tossed a Throwing Knife with a precision of a ex-SOE, refined German double agent at a radar operator, before casually again, headshotting a man with her Sten, the silent weapon emptying one 9mm round into his forehead, as she moved fast. Moving down a set of stairs, she fired a burst into a man, throwing him down, before entering the last of the small bunker's rooms. She kicked the unlocked steel door in, and moved with a pace and aggression unseen, as she breached through. None expected it- she was too fast, and the rounds hadn't been to thought of the operators. She was a ghost, until the moment they realized she had entered. Quickly taking down two operators, and finishing the magazine on the third man in the room, she looked around, checking everything else. She quickly approached one of the desks and fitted another explosive, this time an opened up fuse set for longer, the non-plastic explosive set to go off when the other one did, triggering a chain reaction that would almost certainly completely vaporize anything left in the bunker. Running quickly, a new magazine in the Sten, she quickly moved out, almost sprinting into cover under a Willys jeep, realizing there was almost a full squad of infantry almost bearing down on the bunker. She kept her head down, the snow and the cold kicking, as she only hoped there was one way of getting this shit sorted out.
"Sturm Adler, that contingency, do it now! Hold inside the compound, make something loud!" She spoke rapidly into her comms, aware that this was going to now get hairy. She readied up on the winterized British squad, aware that she'd have to eliminate them quick, before darting back to her armored diving suit, Swordfish knew she was dead in the snow if she was exposed here now. The quiet element had been done- the bunker would have been locked down otherwise, but now, it empowered them to at least create a mess, and begin tearing apart the area, before the Fallschirmjagers were going to drop in, in the morning. The darkness and the snowstorm helped, but the lighting around parts of the outpost did not help, in any way whatsoever.