"Yep!" She said, her Sten in hand as she saw the British squad turn, and look at the anarchy from the huge fireball, the fuel depot up in flames as they raised their Lee Enfields and own Stens, unaware of the female operator that was out of sight and about to kill the four of them. The 9mm rounds punctured the men's bodies like an arrow through a balloon, the subsonic rounds plentiful in quantity and accurately placed, as to put them down without a fight. She had to run.

Swordfish began running, moving from underneath the Willys Jeep across the compound, fixing a new magazine in as she saw Sturm Adler in the distance. He'd recognize her, and likewise, she could see the outline, trained her mind out to focus on it in particular. It was walking death, and Sturm Adler was bringing it to this compound. She slid under the fence, the entry point, moving with a certain pace and vigour of an athlete, as she moved back towards their infiltration point. over the rocky lava field and avoiding all the hotter parts between the cracks- not bubbling, but occasionally visible with a glowing orange. It was about 200m, but it was covered fast with her bounding legs moving fast over the snowy darkness. Her suit came into vision, as she smiled, already looking back.
"About to come in, Sturm Adler. Hold the line a little longer, let's stir up a nightmare here before we leave. I want whoever survives to tell the remaining forces of the Allies on this island that there were two of us, and they couldn't stop us." She said, smiling as she opened the top up, throwing herself in as she then sealed it down, exhaling hard.

The suit whirred into life, Swordfish feeling the armor come alive in her hands again, as she loaded the MG42. It was lightly armed, but well armored, for what it was. Moving up, she couldn't move as fast as she did running, but was hauling herself across the field with movement, as she approached the edge of the complex. Charging through the fence, she saw a set of contacts move from the barracks, the MG42 already opening up. The weapon tore through the small squad, as she moved up, looking to Sturm Adler, who was holding out on his own.
"Got your back, Sturm Adler. You're up on point. I'll follow. Let's flush the rest of this compound out, maybe wound one or two." She said, aware he was the more developed in combat perhaps, and with this whole armored debacle, while it wasn't her specialism, it was the soldier's who had been the hero of Moscow, the man who had fought through hell and high water to clear the Kremlin and take on enemy after enemy. She sent fire down on a Willys Jeep that drove in with a .303 M1919 attached, quickly hosing down the group, feeling shots richochet off the steel plating of the mechanized diving suit as she moved up, the light thud digging into the snow as she smiled through her visor.