"It is a New Earth, Sturm Adler. It is forming below our feet." She said, as the seafloor rose, and they followed it, the silence of the ocean interupted by the noise of the pressure change, and the hiss of the oxygen, with bubbles rushing upwards massively from time to time, the surges huge but in this cold weather, almost non-identifiable. They were rising, like the magma below them did from the centre of the earth. And at this time, it was a sight to see, though Swordfish always thought to herself, that the British troops would understand that the two of them were a very different force of nature compared to the tectonic movements below. The minutes passed, and in time, the sea ended.

Emerging from the water, stepping on the cooling magma, Swordfish checked the MG42, disengaging the diving jets as she scanned the area, the armored diving suit more than ample on the land too, due to the motors and the similar system within it to Tyrant's armor, though it was significantly lighter armored and in it's scale. No human could step on the floor she stood on, not with bare feet or shoes. No, it was the suit's hefty construction that allowed that, as she looked over to Sturm Adler.
"Up here. Onto the rocks. It might be a bit hot, but we need to get through the lava field before I get out of this thing. There's a point I think we'll be out of the way of their patrols- though it'll still be walking on hot rocks for me. How on earth my feet will be so hot when the weather is like this, I will not understand." She said, chuckling a little, as she moved forward, the Halogen lamp disengaged as she clambered up onto some rocks, moving through the lava field that poured into the sea, at a dramatic sea cliff a few feet high. The fog was dense, and the snow was intermittent, sometimes none at all and other times, like an ocean of white cold snowflakes filled the air. It was dark, and thanks to the suit's inbuilt Vampir system, she could see in the dark where the Allied soldiers would not. Getting moving slowly, the suit whirring a little quieter than usual, they headed across the field of lava, cooling in places and boiling in others, the immense feeling of heat conducting sometimes to her feet in the suit, though this was still stable to walk on, the mostly rocky and cooled igneous rocks out of the way of the small but significant lava flows do-able for the moment.
"This way. No patrols so far, this place is a real non-consideration. AA batteries might be on the island- I believe I had them marked up on our maps, if our intelligence is correct. But you know how it is." Swordfish added, as she moved over to a more solid section of the lava field, quickly opening the suit's top up, as she clambered out, the black one-piece thermal suit she wore something that she knew Sturm Adler had his eyes on.

She let the suit stand, as she made her way to the back of the suit at the secured canister, taking her Gewehr 43, engaging the Vampir sight and checking the silencer, before loading a single 10 round clip into the rifle, the weapon comfortable, as she took out the Sten MkIIS, placing the weapon on her back, as well as taking magazines for all her weapons on her belt, with a pair of throwing knives, slithers almost in her gloved hands but sharpened Bavarian steel, with a more sturdy SS knife at her hip. She put the throwing knives into a pouch on her hip, with a set of plastic explosives, and other materials. She had little, but she didn't need much, as she took her Welrod, a prized possession, loading a round in, and cocking the weapon. Her feet were warm, but her body temperature fell quick, the chills through her body already.
"Okay. I'll scout ahead. It's a relatively small complex, gated all around with the radar installation in the middle. I will setup in a suitable location, I need you to quietly eliminate any patrols, and I'll cut through the fence." She said, already moving quickly with the rifle, her hair in a bun, the snow kicking occasionally into her face, her feminine curves still visible through the infiltrator suit. She knew it looked skimpy, but the thermal materials underneath in it's weave were doing their job well enough, and she wasn't getting hypothermia, so long as she was going to keep moving.

Stürm Adler was thankful that Dr. Luwdig's creations withstood the intense heat of lava as they made their way past this seemingly impossible landscape. He clearly felt the heat, and he knew that he was supposed to have his skin pealing of, but like everything that the 505th had faced, they simply went through it like proper Aryans.
He took the necessary peak at Swordfish's feminine features as she climbed out of her suit, smiling to himself and thinking of all the things they could, and already had done with their bodies. Of course he wasn't saying anything about this to her, she already knew it.

Once Swordfish had prepared all of her gear, she told Stürm Adler what he needed to do. "Jawhol Swordfish. Call me when you've prepare that location, I'll take care of the guards." He said to her, turning to his own weaponry that would make his work much easier. His MP45 had been modified with an attachable silencer and muzzle-hider, as well as the same Vampir Infra-red system Swordfish had, perfect for when one couldn't see through the blowing snow. Swordfish was already on her way, so Stürm Adler went on towards the complex.

Movingly as silently as he could in his protective steel skin, he could see figures moving in the distance with his IR-vision, and moved forward in a crouching position. The soldiers didn't notice Stürm Adler as he moved closer and closer to them, rifle aimed at one of the soldiers. One of them wore the uniform of a British soldiers, the other he was more unsure as it didn't appear to be of any nationality he'd seen in combat before. But mattered little, as he quickly pulled the trigger twice, one bullet for the Brit and one for the unknown soldier. The soldiers fell hard into the snow without a sound, their blood slowly pouring out in the snow.

"Two soldiers down, no more patrols in sight. What's your status?"

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.

"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?"

"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.

"Just a little longer? Please, I could do this all day, my dear!" Stürm Adler's voice was teasing as much as it was serious, this was something he literary could and had done all day, though he'd rather get back in the sub and spend some quality time with his lover instead. But he was Der Führer's most important tool, and so he would complete his task for his sake.

The bunker got clearer as Stürm Adler walked towards it, still armed with his Luger. It was a weapon he hadn't used too often, and with Dr. Ludwig's new improvements to it, he wanted to see what it could accomplish. From the bunker, he saw a group of Allied soldiers carefully exiting after what he only could imagine was Swordfish's work. They were armed with British Lee Einfields and Sten submachine guns, nothing compared to the weaponry Stürm Adler possessed. With little effort, he aimed his Luger at the group, unloading the entire magazine into the group of soldiers. The bullets hit them in their chests and heads, but most of them would be non-lethal, just as Swordfish suggested. "Got a few survivors so far. No real need for them though, the Allied High-Command already fear us."

Then gunfire erupted from behind him, and as he turned, he recognized the figure as Swordfish in her new piece of armour, terrifying like the 505th was renowned for. "Danke. How much time until the bunker goes to Kingdom come?"

Swordfish knew that she wasn't usually as large as Sturm Adler and the rest of the 505th, but in this suit, she felt just to their scale.
"I give...well, about ten seconds if the timer in my head is correct. Explosion might throw you a little, it's not going to be as explosive as it is implosive. It'll collapse the fucking temple on itself!" She said over the comms, seconds ticking as suddenly, the roar kicked in. She had been mentally keeping a counter on the timer, aware that it was the only way to keep track of explosives. If it went perfectly, when she counted the last number, it would go. And right now, she was glad she was inside the suit, even 100m away.

The explosion was thundering, and the whole radar bunker collapsed, the tower falling down and crashing into a barrack as it snapped into two, the concrete structure not bearing under the immense force of the charge. No more radar, she thought to herself. The fire kicked up a little, and she heard a slight clanking, clinking of small shrapnel, though it didn't even consider going through, as she moved up, adjusting herself as she held the MG42 high.
"There we are! Okay, before they bring any fighter-bombers from the mainland, I say we get out of here. Back the way we came." Swordfish said, looking over to him, as she moved up, bullets pinging off as a MG on the far side opened up, the shots ricocheting as she smiled. This time, she was more potent than they were. She turned and simply belted out a volley of shots from the weapon, quickly taking the emplacement out and two supporting rifles, before moving back, headed out of the compound towards the hole in the fence. A very distant noise of planes could be heard, and Swordfish knew this couldn't be good, no way no how. The exoskeleton meant it could hold the extra pressure plating and weight of the suit, and move it faster, but she knew Sturm Adler was a little more flexible, and in terms of movements, a little more infantry than "mechanized" infantry. Still, getting out of here was a priority now, and her heart did indeed shudder, a wicked smile on her face, one that seemed to just acknowledge the scale of what they did. The noise did get louder, as they left the compound, burning and bright in the dark night, as the planes flew over.
"Shit, we got Hawker Typhoons, rocket-armed! No telling if they saw us- just fucking run!" She yelled, aware that there was no way of telling this time. The Allies knew that this was a Nazi myth that could have had truth to it, an inch. Heavily armored infantrymen, who were impossible to fell, and to records, hadn't been felled. Any stories of them were usually taken as such, a ghost story that simply didn't have any reliable proof to it. But through the thick reinforced glass visor, Swordfish knew that the Typhoons were rocket armed, and that would be enough to fell them alright. And she didn't feel like letting down the 505th on their first run. She looked over in the corner of her visor, turning her head a little, seeing it through the night vision.

"Oh, schiesse....head down!" She yelled, watching them come back around, herself knowing that they were almost at the end of the lava field. It was get exposed and blown up, or get a little warm for a while. Swordfish knew her choice, as she intentionally slid forwards, hurling the suit's arms in front, as she crashed into the rocky membrane of the lava field, aware that it was flowing barely meters away. The ground was sizzling, she could even feel it through the suit itself, as she kept down, the noise loud as hell as they swept past, perhaps the pilots in disbelief. They eyes seeing things, she hoped to herself, as they flew past, the propellers spinning loud as hell as she waited five seconds. Swordfish barely clambered up again, looking at the suit's arms, and dusting each one off, clearing the black and scortching hot rock off, which had barely been probably formed. The suit wasn't damaged, she hoped at least the same was the case for Sturm Adler's.
"The lava is barely a meter below this, it's sub surface. Come on, let's get ourselves back to the U-Boat. Our job is done here I guess, while I think we have more than plenty of ammunition, I'd like to get back to get an hour of time with you, Sturm Adler." Swordfish said, cheekily at the end, as she moved up, looking around as she looked back at Sturm Adler, smiling through her visor as she then looked to the water. Moving up, she slunked down as she stepped on a rocky part of the lava falls, stepping off the rocks and going back into the water. The lava flowed into the stormy sea, something that became a little more obvious from this angle as she activated the huge oxygen tank on the suit's back, disengaging the night vision set as the suit sunk to the floor.
"Get the air back on, follow on me." She said, looking back as the water jets on the feet of the suit whirred into life, the new ground below Swordfish as she felt the suit take a little pressure on, nothing dangerous but just a symptom to be used to.

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."

Swordfish chuckled, as she tilted her head, catching a glimpse of Sturm Adler by her side in the corner of her visor, as they moved out towards the U-Boat, back in the sea. It took time, but it was time to think for Swordfish. This was the life, this was what they did. The formerly liquid rock dropped off the suit, rather than clinging her down, and the MG42 was out of a firing position, freeing up the suit's arms. It was a solemn feeling, as she turned on the lamp when they were under 500m, dropping off the island's shelf, quite literally, into where the crust was at it's thinnest. It was just darkness everywhere apart from the light, below, above, to the the side, only Sturm Adler's suit reflecting as the pressure bumped up a little. It wasn't significant, but it was increasing.
"We've got almost half a day's sailing to Iceland from here, including us getting kitted up. Not much time, but if it pleases you, we can try and make some." Swordfish said, in a rather charming voice, knowing she was such a tease sometimes, and that of all places, perhaps a couple of hundred fathoms under the ocean, she could still tease him well enough, and didn't he know it.

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Half an Hour Later

The U-Boat rolled silently under the waves, coming to an almost complete stop as Swordfish looked over, engaging the water jets, dropping herself a little further to aim for the pressurized airlock located at the rear top of the sub. Passing by the bridge, she grabbed the handle with her two huge arms, almost clawing wholly around the huge Navy-specificiation rotating wheel that slowly and surely opened it up. A regular diver would have trouble with this, but they'd be able to do it, with some effort. For Swordfish, it was like unscrewing a jar of pickles that had been opened once before. A very easy task. The door opened up, and she engaged her visor's light, dropping through the narrow gap and into the airlock, which rapidly flooded. She let Sturm Adler follow in, the tight space confined and restricted, as she yanked down, sealing it back up almost fully, this time about three times with more force than she had opened it from the inner sealing door.
"Captain, we're inside the lock. Pump the water out when ready." She simply said over her radio, looking to Sturm Adler, as the semi-floatation sort of stopped right there, and they sunk straight down to the floor, as the water simply flowed out the floor, pouring out as the grate below the mesh they stood on opened up, going for the ballast which in itself was in the process of being drained. Breathing hard, she cut the oxygen flow off from the large tank on her back, and opened the other door, leading into the 505th armory on submarine, pushing through the tight gap.

The armory was quite literally a room with armor, and Hans could be seen inside, already looking over his kit, bit at a time. Swordfish and Sturm Adler were dripping wet in cold Atlantic water, the two suits pretty much had survived a trip to the depths.
"Shit, you two had me for a moment. Have a nice swim?" He said, aware he knew he had to simply state the obvious, in response to what he saw come through the airlock.
"Cheeky bastard." Swordfish, or Victoria simply said, chuckling as she moved over towards a far corner of the improvised armory room, taking the suit's helmet off and crawling upwards, the whole thing standing just about on its' two feet as she dusted her hair off of snow, her black tactical suit raising Hans's eyebrows. It really revealed her...features, well, the burgandy haired part Irish, part Bavarian more than raising his attention. She was used to it, however. Men could be like that, and he knew that Hans already probably knew, as he walked over to Sturm Adler, or Rudolph, clicking off his breathing equipment as she smirked at him.
"Might have been my first run, but that was your first time diving." She said, the G43 and Sten still on her person, as she took the two off her back and bolstered them back into their cases, by her suit's rack, as well as any ammunition and gear.

The silence of the North Sea enveloped the two black figures passing through the water, insignificant compared to the vastness of the entire ocean, and all the water on the planet. It was a time for thinking, both for Swordfish and Stürm Adler. His mistress, and hopefully soon to be Mrs. Hensmann after the war, had made quite a show on her first mission, and he couldn't help but feel oh so proud of her. His little Irish fox, a beauty to behold, death if she wanted to kill you. And for all that was good in the world, he wanted her to stay alive, knowing how easy it was to die in this war, so many things that could go wrong.

The same thoughts passed through his mind as they placed themselves inside the airlock, ordering the captain to pump out the water. Stürm Adler, or Rudolf as he now could be called again, felt the pressure drop, and his armour slowly straightening itself out again to its normal form. While they still had a few moments of peace, Rudolf placed his steel hand on Victoria's shoulder. "I love you."

Rudolf didn't need to say anything more before they stood in the armoury, greeted by Hans who asked the obvious question, though it was a little funny. "Best in my life, never want to do it again." Rudolf answered Hans, starting the procedure of taking off the armour, which was never an easy task. He'd done in a hundred times in his life, so all it took was some time, but he always got it off. "Does that surprise you? I never wanted to serve in the Kriegmarine. We might be the elite, but these men have balls bigger than, well, you know what, Victoria" Rudolf said jokingly, yet teasingly, to Victoria, his eyes clearly fixed on her certain features. "They live with the fear of drowning, constantly. If shit hits the fan, sailors don't have anywhere to run. All that is left for them is the sea, their graves."

"Maybe. But we've got oxygen and we're meant to be there, rather than fearing drowning, my friend. It is a sport for some." She said, chuckling as she put her throwing knives, holstered up in a neat leather case, onto the side of her suit, heading out as she looked back to Rudolph, with a certain fire in her eyes. Her hair wasn't even soaked- it was still as neatly kept as usual, the burgundy red powerful against her infiltration suit, Victoria's blue eyes sharp as the steel on her knives. She headed through the sub, aware that the Captain wouldn't exactly know of this armory. He didn't know what Hans, Felix, Rudolph and Jakob could pull off, and to him, they were just occupants of the submarine at the moment. It was Felix that was probably the most unknowing. Of all the candidates for Tyrant, he seemed unlikely. But had a wile to him that he always kept.

He sat inside his bunk, with a book in hand. Clauswitz. One of his more obscure books, and he sat quietly, the officer looking like he was just a usual man. He felt like he had a split personality- right now, and he had always been a good leader of men, an exceptional one at that. He was a General's son, a Sturmbahnfuhrer in the Waffen-SS now and no less, had the sharpness and wit to get through life. He remembered Crete. What that was. He always thought of something ostentatious, and was naturally confident, when it was needed. Not unnecessarily. On Crete, his unit dropped with specialized parachutes, the same design as he remember they had used in Russia. They had been the main force to disable any Commonwealth resistance at Maleme Airfield, and put effectively the airfield into friendly forces' control with a night raid, of which the Commonwealth forces couldn't respond to. It was a memorable operation, because Rommel himself was clever enough to understand that while Felix was an SS man, he was a good friend, and had the right motives for life. He even visited Crete momentarily to simply say hello, five days after at the same airfield. They shared the same shrewd approach to war, and were well versed in how to conduct warfare. Rommel pointed on a map, Felix shot people himself. That was the only difference. And as Tyrant...well, he did both, and a lot more of the latter. It was the thing that Felix always understood- he was Tyrant, but Tyrant was not him. Otherwise, Felix knew that would be the end of his sanity. The blood, the simple machinery and the soullessness of such a soldier, that was not Felix.

He knew the winning horse, and stood behind when need be. He didn't need to say a lot. Tyrant, on the other hand, was a man of strength, a powerhouse that could take all but the tanks on and win. And it felt good. To be unstoppable, to be almost indestructible. But that couldn't be the SS officer who had an intelect, a man who understood the bigger picture, than most around him. If Felix wished, he could stop this. Go home, say to Rommel he'd like a position in his staff. And he'd be promoted almost immediately. Up the ranks he would climb, to become a Lieutenant Colonel, or even a Colonel in due course. With hundreds and hundreds of men under his command, he'd be responsible for operations and planning, and never would fire a bullet again. And he was only 34. Men such as him didn't do that in such a short space of time. Yet here he was, a Major, or a Sturbahnfuhrer. He was high ranked, and held a lot of sway. Yet he didn't speak near as much as he could sometimes. He let the others do that, and only put himself in when he needed to make himself heard for the good of people. Perhaps it was one thing that he enjoyed, about this service. They were brothers, and on the edge. And what better way to know that he'd never be remembered, but the thing he piloted would be? Just like Sturm Adler, or Vampire. They were the reason this change happened in the world, right now. And Felix somehow felt that it was an important duty, one that he ought to undertake. Sure, promotion was an easy thing. But he was never one to stop fighting, and he enjoyed it. Getting his teeth into it, acting as a leader of men, and overall, being with his comrades on the ground. That mattered more to Felix. And of course, being able to wield power. That was fun too.

Sitting up, he grabbed his Luger, pulling the magazine out as he then began to tinker about with it, on a small bedside table, disassembling the firearm and looking for any notches or anything that had formed, somehow unsurprised that there weren't any.
"My father was a General in the German Reich, under Kaiser Wilhelm. He was a good man, Jakob. But immediately after the war, a group of Communists and people threatened my family, and we were forced to move from the Ruhr, to Bavaria. Not for the war...but because they had some "Moral" right to take away anyone they deemed an enemy. We lived in fear for at least half a decade. I was the son of a man who ordered German forces to fight on the Western Front to their meat grinding death. So the left had a field day with him. He inspired men like Field Marshall Rommel, and he always told me that I'd perhaps live up to his legacy, do something greater if I chose a path in the military. He died a day before we declared war on Poland. I never understood every part of him, even though he was my dad...but perhaps I wonder what he thinks now, from his position. There is one thing he said to me that sticks with me to this day, Jakob. "Political power is for the meek, only loyal men, bullets and guns matter, if you wish to change the world. Don't become a politician, my boy." He said that to me. He backed the Nazis from the start, and I joined the SS in 1928, you see. I was young, but understanding of what it was. It was redemption for myself. I've understood you well enough, Jakob. You want a free homeland, you hate the invaders, the occupiers, and you work with them in the hope of that. So that you can go home and not worry about your family, friends or countrymen being harassed by German soldiers. I agree. But this is a world forged by fire and iron. Like your Viking ancestors, we see and we take, to form Empires. Eventually, you'll have what you wish. A Norwegian identity, in a greater European, German led Reich, just as my father envisioned. Myself, I don't know. This is what I do best, Jakob. The world needs a Tyrant. It doesn't need to know about the person inside, but it sure needs to have one. And maybe it is just as my dad said. The power of a battalion in one man. It feels like an awful lot of responsibility, but I am glad to have it. As you can fly, throw yourself into the heavens. We're unopposed in that respect." Felix said, as he put the pistol back together, firing pin back in followed by the magazine, then cocking the weapon, checking it was good. He put it back into his drawer, as he clambered out, to the sight of Victoria.
"Good operation?" Felix smiled, as Victoria looked to her CO with a certain smile.
"Grimsey doesn't have a long range radar installation. Allied forces are in the dark. We're ready." She said, as Felix chuckled.
"Well, excellent."