The explosion, or rather the implosion, was as magnificent as always to witness. Compared to the event at the Kremlin it was just a tiny fart, but non the less, Stürm Adler smiled as the bunker was vanquished by his delightful Valkyrie in her black uniform. The time of celebration was cut off short as the sound of fighter planes approaching the compound, surprisingly quick how the planes had arrived in such a short amount of time. 

Stürm Adler ran after Swordfish as they legged it towards the hole in the fence, then back to their mini U-boats so they could make a quick exit, hopefully in one piece both of them. As he heard Swordfish order him down on the ground, he realized how close the fighter planes actually were; just above them. Ahead of them, lava. "Brilliant, just brilliant..." He muttered, knowing the option of either getting obliterated by the Typhoon's rockets, or taking the risk of melting his armour. He chose the latter, letting himself fall onto his backside, hearing the molten rock scrape against the metal and fizzling from the immense heat, which he felt rather unpleasant. 

The fighters flew past them, allowing them to live yet another day. "You and me both, or two if we are quick." He replied just as cheekily, getting back on his feet and running after her. The sound of the planes disappeared behind them as they finally reached their escape. Stürm Adler knew the drill; get his suit hooked up to the oxygen and himself onto the U-boat, and get the hell out of dodge, who knew when reinforcements would arrive? Soon they dived into the ice Arctic water of the North Sea, invisible to the pilots who later would swear that they had seen the devils of the German army, the 505th. 

"Good work out there Swordfish, not bad for your baptism of fire."