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."