"Roger that, Swordfish. I'll take care of it." Stürm Adler confidently replied to Swordfish, sure that she would wreck a silent havoc inside the compound, one few would actually read about in the history books years from now. This seemed like a small task in a grand war, but sometimes it was the small things that made the big ones possible. He had only used two rounds of his weapon, so reloading was not an issue as he began his hunt for a fuel depot or something akin to that. 

The white snow left behind him deep prints of what really was a tank on legs, but they were quickly filled with the falling snow in the cold winter. Visibility was close to none in the whiteness, so Stürm Adler felt safe as he made his way through the thick snow. Discounting the two Allied soldiers he had just shot, the rest of the area seemed surprisingly barren for life, but in the distance he saw what appeared to be what he was just looking for, a distraction. A loud one too. 

He stopped for a moment, checking his belt for explosives that Dr. Ludwig had issued him with, perfect for the occasion. He slung his MP45 over his shoulder, replacing the rifle wit his trusted Luger pistol, of course silenced and with an extended magazine for convenience, as he held the explosives in his left hand. The closer he got to the fuel depot, he began hearing voices speaking in English. From what he could gather, it was about retreating back to America and a last ditch effort to stop the German war machine before it was too late. "It's already too late, you fools." Stürm Adler thought for himself as he got closer, moving as quietly as he possibly could in his steel casing. Viking usually did the Stealth part of their missions, but he guessed some change was only healthy for him. Who knew, perhaps one day Viking would be K.I.A.? Perhaps one day the Allies would somehow turn the tide, sweep over Europe reinstall their previous governments? Considering what they themselves had managed, who could guess what the Allies had up their sleeves?

Stürm Adler snuck past the chattering soldiers, moving past their guard post, before he reached the depot. It was what he expected, several tons of fuel for Allied vehicles and generators, most likely heating equipment for the polar winds. He placed the explosives underneath a crate that stuck out of the depot, flipping a switch on the explosive itself as an arming-mechanism, brand new. Part one of his task was done, all he waited for now was Swordfish to give him the signal. And it didn't take long before that came. "Once more, into the breech."

Pulling out what looked like a hand-held radio, he pushed a button on top of it, proceeded by a beep and a very, very large bang behind him as he ran away from the depot. Shooting up into the sky was a big chimney of fire and smoke from where the fuel depot had once stood. It was chaos, the soldiers scrambled to the alarms coming from the bunker itself only to turn around as the explosion caught their attention. And Stürm Adler's bullets caught them as they turned to see the very last thing in their life. Luger rounds filled their bodies as the steel figure moved across the white path between the bunker and depot, a path of death all too familiar across Europe, especially the places the 505th had already left their mark. 
"Was that loud enough for you, Swordfish?"