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.