Victoria chuckled, looking over to the group, as she could only laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. But till then, I'm the best you have. And damn, if it isn't fun. Being a woman in a man's world can be hard, but if you have the capabilities, nobody doubts you. Perhaps one day I will have some children, but that isn't my role right now. Right now, I'm a good lady who happens to be very effective at killing those British and American bastards." Victoria said, looking to Jakub. "Anyway, you're just as foreign as I am, we could use flying Norwegians too." She added simply, smiling as she looked over to Rudolph, before heading back into their billet. Victoria let him shut the door behind, and stripped down, dropping her tight infiltration suit, to reveal her bare skin. The door shut, she turned. "I said back when we were in the sea, I wanted an hour's of time with you. I guess I have it." She said, cackling as the scene faded to black. --- Operation Zeitgeist- H-Hour -1 29th November, 1943 0600 Hours Somewhere off the northern coast of Iceland The U-Boat had become a home for this unit of the 505th, and over the last few hours, not much had occured. There was one distinctive objective- Akureyri, a hub point for US and British troop remmenants on Iceland, an unexpected invasion route. But of course, they never learned. They would never go head on, on the south-western coast. Already, there were Fallschirmjager units in the air, willing to drop into the town. They would secure the harbour and the whole of the Kreigsmarine would go the long way around, bringing in the Armored and Mechanized units to the harbour, which wasn't the 505th's objective. They were to sweep the densest of enemy positions- the city centre, before moving out with an airdropped Sd.Kfz. 251 Hanomag Halftrack- modified to the 505th's standards. Of course, Tyrant had made sure that any equipment of that type would be perfection, it would be elite. So they fitted a 20mm Autocannon to it and uprmored it of course, and toughened up the suspension to accomodate almost four tons worth of dead-weight. He hadn't thought of a name for it, but it wasn't going to be called a Schmetterling, that was for sure. The whole of the team sat in the armory, the door sealed, suited up. It was an apt occasion, as Tyrant knew that this was going to be a war and a half. Swordfish and Vampire sat in their suits also, checking their MG42 and Flamethrowers respectively. He looked to the group, using the microphone on his suit. "Okay, the plan is simple. After we seize the center of the town and receive the Fallschirmjager to widen the fist that we made in the Allied Northern Defense, we'll hitch a ride on the airdropped Hanomag, and head south, towards a place called Nyvatn, about 10km and up a mountain, overlooking the town. It's a dam that they constructed two years ago, and acts as a electricity supply, with both hydroelectric and experimental geothermal operating there. The point being, we're going in to destroy it- no doubt they will guard it well, in the case that it fell into enemy hands. No matter. They use it to supply almost over a third of Iceland's electricity supplies, and since we look like we're going to have the coldest winter in decades on the island, if the Allies lose it, they will freeze. There is a problem, however. 2km south of the dam, upriver of the Graena River, lies Katla- a volcano, of sorts. Now, I have received a message from the Lufftwaffe's Meteorologists, and it seems that reconnaissance flights over the Vatnajokull Glacier suggests that there is an awful lot of smoke, more than just fog. We are working in a hazardous environment, men. These volcanoes do not go off regularly, but an eruption will be far more than smoke when it goes up." He said, checking the MPX, keeping the large 40mm weapon unloaded, for now at least. "And I am sure that all the armor in the world will not stop Hades own breath from engulfing you. For now, we're using a submersible to move in. We've got it docked up- I'll be following behind, using buoyancy equipment. We've got at least four kilometers to head into enemy territory- we'll deploy at the end of the fjord, and avoid the main harbour area, and hit the town. Civilians aren't going to be in a town like this- they've likely been mostly evacuated, so whoever we are up against, you are good to kill." Tyrant added, checking the bolt, as he looked around. "Swordfish will deal with the explosives at the power plant, and Viking will assist if need be. Sturm Adler, Vampire, you do what you do best- offer up a front of fire, I'll be their main attraction. Any tanks, we'll use either Viking or Sturm Adler's anti-tank equipment to dispose of- Viking will have more maneuverability than those hulking beasts, though remember that I don't. It will be a cold fight, men. No doubt, at least -25." Tyrant spoke once more, as Vampire chuckled, before he put his visor down. "Good. I feel warm enough." He said, putting the metal faceplate down, the red paint with a pair of white teeth on it just making it ever so much his. He had an oxygen supply connected up for the journey- he'd use a supply that was inbuilt into the submersible, with himself, Viking and Sturm Adler sitting inside, whilst Swordfish and Tyrant would be outside, holding on with their own supplies. It was going to be one hell of a journey, no doubt- and Tyrant knew that this was one interesting way to be inserted. Opening the airlock hatch, he moved through with Swordfish, aware that they were first out- followed by Viking, Sturm Adler and Vampire, who'd be getting outside momentarily, to drop straight into the underwater propulsion craft.