Ross took it carefully, and was going about 15mph, as the rear wing inflated, seeing Carl run behind. Just as he jumped in, he hit the gas, and the engine responded, with a certain rush, almost rushing forward, as Ross looked down at in front of the seat.
"They fitted NOS....the fuck is this, Too Fast Too Furious?" Ross asked, chuckling as he breathed hard, out of breath and his visor fogging up slightly. The dirt plateau surrounding the abandoned house was short, but it'd be enough. Or else they'd be barreling over the edge of a cliff at 70mph, and most certainly die. He let go of the wheel, aware that there wasn't any more point. The black canopy was fully inflated, and the propeller was spinning fully, as he switched over to it, looking over.
"Here we go!"

Ross pulled the toggles above the ALSV, grabbing hard as the steering wheel became pointless, the whole craft shaking and almost feeling like it'd come to crash, if it wasn't for the massive canopy above. And it somehow took flight, the whole weight eased off, as Ross pulled them hard, flaring back as the canopy caught wind and the propeller kicked in full sale, bringing them up as Ross built up the Flying Devil, Mark 3's speed. This thing was awesome- there was literally nothing like it, no matter how much paraglider training he got. The Flying Devil was airborne.

Turning, the buggy shook a little as the canopy came to the left, as Ross lay his Mk48 on the dash, nestling the weapon on his groinplate- suprisingly comfortable, considering he had at least a couple of inches of kevlar between him and the buttstock of his GPMG.
"Checking the GPS now. We're ten kilometers out, this thing won't get picked up on radar. It's too insignificant- I wouldn't say stealthed out, but that canopy looks like it's made out of some seriously stealthy looking material." Ross said, chuckling, as he keyed in the position, getting an approach vector in, as he looked up at Carl, and then out the side, the airborne feeling still rampant, even though he knew he was wearing a Juggernaut suit- at least 50kg of kit, if not more. This was mental- this never let up, this job. They were flying right into a hostage situation with a buggy come paraglider, and would save the SEALs. It seemed that they were in the big leagues with the Devil now. First, Hostages at the mine. Now, Navy Seals over the mine. Ross couldn't help but think that this was what their job could become- and if it meant getting the British Prime Minister out of a sticky situation, then so be it, if this escalation contuined. He doubted it. Setting up the GPS with his gloved hand, he adjusted his arm's armor, and engaged his quad NVG set, smirking as he looked over at the valley below, now coming shrowded in fog.
"Like a bump in the night for these poor bastards. Taking Seals. It isn't on. We're taking them back, and damn, I'm going to have fun dive bombing them." Ross said, looking out as he continued their course, south towards the town, high above the valley floor that they sat over, somewhat concealed by the fog.