The Agera roared past, as Ross smirked, getting behind, the P1's sleek body sitting behind the Viking fury that was the Koenigsegg just roaring, as Ross replied. Maybe her car was a little more raw, but this was no less engineered. The Carbon Fibre oozed out of every pore, it felt refined. The way it stuck to the tarmac, and the delivery of power was a mad feeling. The V8 was loud, and it felt like sitting in a race car, only that it was able to accelerate even through the gears. The power didn't stop, it was unrelenting. The desert road was totally empty, and at mid-day, boiling hot. Ross was sweating, even for him, going 180, 190, then 200mph on a desert road in 40 degree heat was unbelievable. They were covering football pitches in seconds at this speed, and it didn't stop. 210, 220...seventh gear on this car was coming close to it's end, and it was a feeling like no other. A tiny bend in the road didn't even stop, as Ross followed Kimberly's lead, the road still unbelievable as they sped, and sped. The wheel didn't vibrate as madly as Ross expected it to- for a car like this, it was engineered. The Koenigsegg may have been total Swedish fury in a road-going package, but Ross remembered what the P1 was. A machine that was made by a former F1-running team. And whilst most would see it as passionless, and just a slab of carbon fibre, it was anything but. It had a soul, a feel like it was made to perfection, and as if some real care had gone into making this more than just a silly fast beast. It felt like a fighter jet, one that Ross was expecting to find a flickered button somewhere on the dash to launch the munitions. It was stuck to the tarmac, and even at this speed, Ross knew that as petrifying as it would be to make a mistake, it was as if this vehicle was in his head, just knowing full well that Ross was taking it to it's very limit and not one hair over into a sand dune. At this speed, the world was becoming a blur, a sickening one. 

The road began to twist, and Ross shifted down, as he swept past Kimberly on a nice right hander, sand kicking up from the side of the road as he smirked, back on the power. This thing lept through the higher end, and soon, Ross was ahead of her again, the light blue shade of rare hypercar roaring onwards. 

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6AM
Somewhere in the Lyngen Alps, Norway

The route was horrible, it wasn't vertical, but at least 75 degrees upwards. Early morning had proven to be a good call though- the sun was just rising, and the snowy and rocky ice was as cold as it would get to have a firm anchor. Enough to pose a considerable challenge, considering the gear that Seb was hauling. This was an ascent and a half, and as Sebastian buried the picks in, clambering up and anchoring his crampons. They were at 1,600m above sea level, the sight of more spiked and snowy mountains behind, and a fjord not too far away in the distance, immense in it's scale as it headed to Tromso. Not for a few hundred meters, like this. After getting past the glacial deposits that were further down the peak, getting to here was good. It was a mountain of considerable challenge, and doing what Seb planned to do here was going to be tricky, that was for sure. His colorful skis sat on his back, by his 40 litre Lowe Alpine Rucksack, with his Black Diamond ice picks and crampons dug in. He felt his harness come a little taut, as he waited on Ellie to move up a little, aware he was making the lead on this climb. The Austrian wore a blue down jacket, and black thermal trousers, to keep in whatever heat he could. A black Mammut Beanie sat on his head, and a GoPro at his chest, with few ice screw-ins on his Mammut harness for the ice. Where it was tricky to ascent and make a hold, the screws went in till Ellie cleared it and took them out. He wore a pair of strongly polarized, red tinted Oakleys fit for use in snow like this. A pair of thermal gloves, and a few other bits and pieces too. The rucksack had his BASE rig and wingsuit inside, packed tight.

Either way, they were coming close to the top. They wouldn't ski down this face of the route- they were going down the other side. And Seb had more than just a plan for this trip. Skiing and wingsuiting went in hand and hand, and whilst extremely risky, it was also an incredible rush. The Lyngen Alps were very well suited for alpine skiing, with routes aplenty to be carved on the way down. And from the view from afar that he had made on his recon, Seb had noticed that there was a gap at about 1,200m, when the snow ended, and a vertical wall of rock started. That was the kick-off point, and from there, they could glide down to the fjord. This place wasn't often explored by BASE jumpers, and Seb was surprised- whilst the clearances were perilous, it was doable, for certain, and definitely something unique.

Shifting up a little more, he felt the ice tremble under his pick, and re-established a hold, hearing the ice splinter.
"It's mainly surface skims." Seb said to Ellie, looking down at his female companion, before shifting up, waiting on her again, just not wanting to get too much slack but not too much tightness in the rope. In effect, if one of the two fell, with a good anchor, their weight could be held. Either way, the drop down below wasn't petrifying, but Seb knew that he would rather smash this ice pick against the ice than begin that drop. Shifting his gloved hands upward, he established another hold, chuckling. The GoPro wasn't recording, not yet at least, but he had gotten bits of footage on the way up.
"It's a wonderful place. Not often do you get to see the sea and mountains in the same place." Seb said, as he kicked up a little, clambering a little further, giving about another 100m worth of climbing till they reached the mountain's ridge.
"It's definitely going to be interesting. It will be a quick start after we ditch our skis, you'll have to fly almost immediately. Adds to the fun. I can imagine it will be fun to edit." Seb added, chuckling, as he looked down at Ellie. She was just how she was- sweet, awesome, and the only person that Seb knew that would follow him. It was a fruitful relationship they had, and whilst right now Seb wasn't thinking about the ins and outs of their relationship, he knew that on a mountainside, somewhere beyond the Arctic Circle on a steep Norwegian mountain, that she was the one for him.