Ellie soared through the sky, the wind blowing through the hair that was hanging from the helmet as she kept an eye on the objects in front of her. She had a big smile on her face, her body splayed as if she was a bird and soaring through Los Angeles airspace. From the look of things, it looked like she wouldn't be winning anyway. The car Kimberly drove had the ability to accelerate like a bat straight out of hell. It would only be seconds before this would finally be over, and they'd have to figure out a way to get the hell out of there before cops got all over them.

The distance between her and ground started to get closer and closer, and Ellie's internal altimeter was starting to go off. She had to pull the parachute eventually, and take the inevitable loss. Flaring off the speed, she shot a little upwards, before pulling the chute and safely floating back down to the Earth, where man was supposed to be. She put her feet on the ground and ran forward as her parachute lowered, before collecting it and running toward Kimberly's Impreza after hearing some sirens.

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Kimberly simply held her right foot down as hard as she could as she sprinted down the streets of Los Angeles. The flat-four rumbled the streets of Los Angeles, and if anyone were within a block radius they could hear it without a doubt. The engine was just that loud. She kept watch on the two folks high up in the sky above her, making sure she was ahead of them and taking another win home today. They might've reached terminal velocity, whereas her car only kept going. 

Watching the parachutes open, Kimberly slammed on the brakes and pulled over, before trying her absolute best to locate Ellie and Seb. She could already hear sirens and that meant they needed to get away as fast as possible before things got a little rocky. Kimberly reached over and opened the door for either person, waiting for them to get in as fast as possible so she could retreat into an alley and hide. If they got away fast enough they would be able to have a clean getaway. 

This time, she had Ellie in her car. The Scottish-Canadian jumped in and tossed her parachute pack in the backseat. As soon as the door shut, Kimberly took off. But this time, she was careful with the amount of throttle she used. With how quiet it was right now, any sound could've given away their position. She was very deliberate with her gear selection, actually choosing to go at lower speeds and avoiding main streets so that the cops wouldn't be suspicious at all. 

Ross's approach was entirely unnecessary, honestly. Kimberly kept calm and turned into an alley like it was nothing. Finding a little sublet, she turned the car into there and turned it off, going completely dark as she heard sirens get closer and closer. They wouldn't think to check down this alley at all. Kimberly sighed and lied back in her seat, looking up at the dark LA sky. She got on the radio. "Yo, we're clear over here. I'll see you back home." 

After a twenty minute wait, Kimberly turned the car back on and proceeded on the way back to her house, knowing that as long as they played it cool and Ellie had a good enough disguise, then they'd be able to go home scot-free.