The rear end burbled in a blue flame, as Ross smirked, the road continuing on. A few signs blurred by, and Ross was on the brakes, aware that this was the end. If Kimberly had any sense, he hoped she would too, as he saw the couple of police cars up ahead. Well, they were friendly at least...they weren't moving at all, and were just keeping the road shut, with a hastily erected barricade. Chuckling, Ross put the P1 into first, the wheels skidding as he did a 180, the flames roaring. They were going back now. But Ross didn't care entirely. This was just awesome. For him, he was happy to get the chance- and as they headed back to Dubai, Ross aware that the speedometer was climbing back to 200mph and the engine roared, the whole car feeling like a Eurofighter, he was in a second heaven, the P1 GTR something he knew he wouldn't drive again. ---- Clambering up a little further, Seb chuckled lightly, clambering over as he jammed his pick in, clambering his hands up a little onto a chunk of rock, the sharp granite cutting into his alpine gloves but offering a good grip as he moved his left arm up, using his right pick to stick a position into the ice, while he got a better hold with his crampons. "100,000 is liberal for the first few days, but we can try. Good editing makes the difference." He added, clambering up, setting up a cam in a part of the granite rock, threading the rope through as he weighed himself back. "We're anchored well on this one. Pull it out as we go. Another 20m of solid ice after this. Then we go along the ridge. Remember, slow and steady. Breathe." Seb said, looking down at Ellie, chuckling, as he pushed up, crampon in as he wedged his feet in, sliding a little as the pick came loose. He wedged his second in, and held up, moving his right hand back into place as he pushed straight back up, heading off centre of the area that had decided to collapse. It hadn't been significant, but it was good he had grabbed a grip with the pick in his left hand before moving. "Shit." Seb said, as he moved up, grunting as he got his hold back, waiting on Ellie to sort out the cam that was below him. After sorting it out, Seb continued the push, pick in, feet up, pick out, pick in. It was tedious, but this was coming to an end, and argueably, it was proving to be a difficult section. They'd spent almost ten minutes doing this short distance, playing with ropes. Now, Seb wanted that to come to an end. The slope began to become more and more rocky, and less vertical. Moving slowly, he didn't want to stand, but clambered slowly over the granite rocks. He set up another cam, jamming it between two sets, before getting a good tension on. "Cam's in, you're held Ellie. Push on." Seb said, as he moved slowly over, his rope still in his harness as he moved over the rocky section of granite, climbing as he used his crampons to kick into the ice and sharp granite features when needs be. Pushing over a little further, the rocks became less steep, and the ridge began to form, as Sebastian chuckled. ---- Part Three: [url=http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/414/cache/ueli-steck-eiger-mitileggi-ridge_41422_600x450.jpg]Windchill[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Dzfs_gi3S4]OST[/url] They'd packed up the Mammut rope between the two of them, and ditched the crampons, Seb walking with a pair of Salomon Mountaineering boots, in a kinky blue and orange color, though they looked practically brand new- minus the scratches from the rocks. The ice picks were slung back into the bag, the sharp picks detached and Seb now leading the two over the ridge. There was a slight dip, but the sun was about a fifth of the way up in the sky, an orange haze over the Fjord just wonderful. It was why living was worth it. A moment of pure glee, that never failed to disappoint Seb. The sharp razerback of the mountains, and the desolate feel. They could have done some Heli-Ski here, but Seb wanted to be adventurous. Go Pro on, he headed along the ridge's exposed front, on both sides, huge drops. He kept his footing careful, as he adjusted his beanie, looking back at Ellie, the Go Pro around the back of his head, on his chest, and on the top of his boot. Weird positioning, but it all had a reason. Clambering over a few bits of rock, scrambling the set, he continued walking the ridge, the cold chill blowing over and leaving a cold and powdered residue over his chin and beanie, the Austrian as sure footed as he could be. He was quiet in times like this, just taking it in was the way he liked being. He was quiet, perhaps a little more at ease with this. Just happy in a place like this, and with his female companion. "Would you look at that view." Seb said, smiling, as he adjusted his Oakleys, walking on as he scarpered over some more rocks, moving with some fluidity as he almost ran up the patchy rock network, his feet planted. This had to be the peak, even if it was unmarked. THe wind howled loudly, it was cold, a windchill of maybe -20. Considering it was already -10, it was about -30 degrees up here, and the only thing that had kept frost from forming on the Austrian's face was the fact that he had kept moving and layered up very well indeed. Wiping his nose with the back of his glove, he smirked, as he scarpered down. There was a small rock that stuck out, and Seb felt it gripped his rubber sole well, as he threw his skis off his back into the snowy bank. Putting his rucksack down, off his back, he nodded. "You can lead on this one. I'll check you over, then I'll sort my shit out. Then, we'll go have some fun." Seb said, smirking, as he kissed her on the forehead, his lips cold and her forehead colder, as he brought his wingsuit out of the bag, packed down tight, as well as his BASE rig, black in color and low-profile. Stashing the bag as small as he could, he took the Go Pros off his boots and chest, fitting it to a chest harness on the wingsuit, and on the right side of the black and blue wingsuit's leg wing. This was advertising, but it was good alright. A little expedition of their own. An escape, a real challenge into a place that people didn't go, and Seb was happy that they were alone right here, right now, in the howling wind and blowy powder. The slope below was steep, but immense. As Ellie kitted up, he checked her BASE rig- or the container in which her parachute was packed into, and her wingsuit, looking over her from head to toe. "Arms and legs out." Seb said, with a cheeky slap on the butt, laughing as he got his own kit on, nodding. "You're all good, Fraulein Dorian." He said, as he took his Beanie off, the shaved hair of the Austrian visible for a moment before he got his helmet on, a red open-face one that seemed to sit well on his head. A simple click, followed by the tightening of his rig's straps, both at his legs and chest, were followed by the zips on his wingsuit. He packed his rucksack in it's compressed components by his back, under his rig, in a position where it wouldn't get in the way of this flight. Last, were the skis- which he latched onto his feet, aware that his wingsuit wouldn't interfere with his legs on this, not entirely at least. Poles, and that was the last of his own stuff.