Ross floored it, a very different method to Kimberly. After all, he didn't know the roads, and he was getting the fuck on hell away from that dropzone. He was not leaving anything to chance, and knew a vague route he could take, without too many cameras or issues that would flag him up. It was mostly straight too, and if he learnt anything from escape driving, it was that you mixed speed, random turns, simple moves and a dash of flair to make it work. And that was going to work, as they cleared miles, Ross sitting back in his seat, Seb chuckling.
"Never had an escape car like this!"
"Well, I can't say I aim to let us both get caught!" Ross replied, the click of the gearbox beautiful, German and precise, the straight-six barbling on run off, as Ross turned hard, taking it down some smaller roads, turning down the volume a little, and knowing that if the police had reported him in one block a couple of minutes ago, he had at least covered about eight and headed south, across a highway and into the part of Los Angeles that wasn't advertised. They were clear now of sirens- at least, the kind that the Scotsman knew were coming for them in particular.

Ross drove through the 'hood, a white Scottish dude with a white Austrian dude in the passenger seat, this was about to either be a sitcom or an excuse to get shot in the head around these parts, with a car like this. Chuckling, he turned back onto the street, knowing that they'd hit no cameras, or at least, any that would pull up the plate, out of the small alley they'd found and spent very little time in noticing the silhouettes behind. 

"We need to get back. I feel like any minute I'm gonna get a stone thrown at me. Or a Glock pulled on me. I'm just saying, there is a piece an'all in the glovebox." Ross said with an almost impeccable Sean Connery meets Glaswegian accent, as Seb laughed, only shaking his head in what the fuckery.

"You're a mad bastard, you know that?" Seb replied, as Ross chuckled, nodding.

"Can't be one without the other. I think this is going to be a good friendship, Herr Rietch." With it, Ross put the M4 back into first, skidding back out of the backroads, and back onto the Highway, headed back towards Kimberly's.

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It was a longer driver back, slower now, taking a slower and gentler route back to Kimberly's, and Ross didn't want to stir shit now. They didn't need to cover, absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened and the rear windows were tinted to say that much. Seb was looking at the footage, chuckling to himself as he watched it on the backscreen of the GoPro, looking across to Ross.
"Holy shit. It's scary. Your car goes from being the size of an ant to...well, a lot bigger, it's incredible. Flying past glass, you can see the reflection."
"Obviously." Ross replied, a little straight-up but knew it was mostly to piss off Sebastian.
"Okay, but it just looks pretty awesome is all I'm saying. I think Ellie did get the cusp on you though..."
"Shit, really?" 
"Yeah man. Right at the end. Damn, she pulled low." Seb added, knowing her skill set was good, she was flaring hard and really putting the speed in, she was getting good at this. It was something he respected about Ellie the most, she was a talent that felt like was still sparking more and more, something to follow and something to lead. He had lived his life on the slopes, and so had she, they had both lived their lives in the skies and in a similar fashion, before they met. And now it was symbiotic, one another pushing each other further and farther, and he knew sometimes, it was Ellie who took that lead. Their numbers had cranked higher and higher in jumps, and their skill level got better and better, so much so that he knew that he had full trust in her, and likewise back. And Seb knew that if anything came of them, it was that they furthered each other as partners on the edge, at the crazy that came with this life.

Ross took a turning, looking to Seb, as he rolled up the window, the cold night now setting in more and more, after the tension of the escape, changing the topic quick.
"How'd you meet Ellie, anyway?" Ross asked, as Seb looked back over, sighing.
"Long time ago. Well, not really. Year and a half now. We were at a GoPro Bomb Squad event in the Venetian Alps and Dolomites, in Italy....I got into the team as the same time as her, for a shoot, filling in mostly. I was a local across the border, Tyrol is not far so I didn't even need to travel long. We both kinda knew each other before that about what we did. It wasn't a really memorable shoot, but we just found something for each other, you know. Found it so good we had to spend more time after it was over. I was driving around Europe in my van at the time, scraping enough money to live really, so it was a lot of money to earn, and it was a lot of money too, for Ellie. And we never thought anything would come of it, we had our own channels, our own lives. And we just did something." He paused, thinking back to their first idea.

"The first thing we did....well, it was straight after the shoot, we convinced the helicopter pilot to fly us up onto Ortles, the others wanted to go home, but the sponsor had time left in the lease for the chopper for one last flight up the mountains and we used it. Thought it'd be a waste to just do a flight, we'd done enough of those, so we did something else. And found the most sick glacial line you'll ever know. I want to do it again, I wish we had a drone or a helicopter film, but fuck, it was for us two to enjoy. And it raked in hundreds of thousands of views, but to me, it was the start between me and Ellie." He thought back fondly, sighing.

"After that, we spent about two weeks climbing routes and skiing the tops of any mountain in that range, finding exit points while we did. All the cool kids were in Chamonix, maybe. But we were doing what nobody did, and discovering new lines, new routes, and pushing further than we thought we could. We were a team. It was a fucking awesome autumn." He said, sighing.

"Things just rolled in for me and her after that, we found more to work. We stayed together more, got bigger sponsors. GoPro, there were a couple big shoots for Red Bull, North Face, Salomon, one little one for Faction Skis too. It was the personality that made it work, and sponsors like the fact that we get on with things, we aren't stupidly reckless and going to get ourselves killed, but we always push the boundaries a little. It always changes, and we always are on the hunt I guess for the next big thing. Maybe someday it'll all fall apart, but I never do this for the money. It's always about finding that run, that new exit point, or something different and crazy. Ellie is like that too, she almost goes further sometimes, and goes and pushes on." Seb mused, feeling like he was talking a lot, knowing Ross didn't really know much of what came after, which brought him to his next thought.

"You knew her before. She spoke about someone when she was younger that she used to know. Kinda can't believe we met." Seb added, as Ross nodded, open but not taking problem with it.
"We raised hell together. Crazy to think how we split apart though. Life happens. And I did fuck up. I mean, I'm happy for you, you got a girl that I should have been a better friend to."
"These things happen." 
"It shouldn't have. Shit, I went downhill in comparison to her." Ross seemed a little depressed in that way, after hearing what he had in terms of his life. It was a bit strange, him, fixing and racing cars, compared to epic adventure.
"And you have a wife, and a child, and you live well in a house, or wherever you go, you have a good life that is far more reliable. I don't have any of that, Ross. Neither does Ellie. We're both happier for who we are, my friend."
"I guess you're right. I kinda enjoy having my feet on the ground anyway." Ross chuckled, as he thought back to the earlier part of the conversation.

"So tell me then, that first time you went out and filmed together, you said it was big, right? You said you got a lot of video views out of it? What made it work anyway? I mean, if you don't mind me asking." 
"Well, it was a really good run. Nothing quite like it. And....well, we had a chemistry from the start." 

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Sometime in September 2014
0900
Ortler, Northern Italy
3,724m

The mountain air howled, the bluebird day in front saying it all, the morning sunlight rising and rising over the far mountains of the Eastern Alps. And it was strange, Sebastian Rietch had to say, opening the helicopter door as they flew closer to the glacier, at the top of the Ortler, the highest mountain of the range (Venetian Alps) and one of the most spectacular faces in the Alps. It was one of the big peaks of the Alps, it was cold up here, and real, real high. It was riddled with a glacial line that he wanted to try, it seemed from afar absolutely covered in opportunity and epic runs. And strangely enough, Ellie Dorian, the fellow team member of the Bomb Squad, had come out too, after a little flirting and only a little casual sex, for so long Seb didn't think it would stick, but right here and now, he did.

This wasn't part of the plan, not when they first came here. It had mostly been flying in the mountains, and flying here and there, and the footage had been off the hook. Wingsuit BASE in this part of the world was his home, Seb knew that much. But the girl that he had met, the one he didn't assume a lot of, was someone he'd fallen for and he was lovesick now, that wasn't gonna end. She was quite something, he had to say that much, and while he knew that as awkward as first dates could be, this was a bit of a different approach to well, doing something different. His mind however had to focus on right now, as they closed in and flew right on the surface of the snow-capped Alpine peak.

Hearing the pilot over his headset in the helicopter, he nodded, giving a thumbs up as the chopper barely hovered half a meter over the surface, Seb dragging out his skis and sliding them onto his back, looking to Ellie.
"We're here, let's go!" He had to yell over the noise of the Eurocopter, as he led the way, hopping out and onto the snow, letting Ellie follow.

Standing tall on the piste, Sebastian looked on at the sight below, the yellow and black of his Faction skis clashing with the dark blue and black Mammut down jacket he wore, a dark blue and black Salomon helmet and a pair of yellow-tinted Oakleys also on his noggin, for good measure. He carried a dull yellow Mammut alpine pack, with his usual mountaineer's supplies, but nothing overkill given this run. Adding to that, given how many GoPros that they had been allowed to...ahem, "borrow" over the last few weeks, Sebastian had naturally mounted one wherever possible, though of course, nothing stupid- but leaving them running for any moment. He looked over at Ellie, as she came down, a boarder rather than skiier on this line, letting her get her footing in as he peered down. The helicopter beat away, Sebastian waving it away, as the chopper dived down the mountainside, leaving the two on their own, and in quieter company.

"Wow....now that is a view. You can see Cortina D'Ampezzo from here, and the pyramid we jumped from over there. Shit, we were so good on that run. Can't believe it's over now." Seb said to Ellie, the "pyramid" being a particular peak that sat in the distance, his mind still cast back even though he was taking everything else. He was still a little uncertain of what she was like, as a boarder, beyond just the wingsuiting that they'd been up to. That and as a person too, it was all too new, too fresh. He looked down the mountainside, the steep face rocky and jagged, but clearing way to a glacier, with plenty of routes through, tunnels, bridges, natural kickers, it was a playground, almost just as he imagined it. Perfect to make a canvas out of it. He was a near Winter Olympics talent, after all, and Seb knew that if wingsuiting was one passion, then backcountry freeride was another.

"Man...this is backcountry freestyle on drugs....we are gonna have a good run if we hold that glacier line. Should take us right to the bottom if we play it right. Even if you are on a board." He joked, as he lay down his skis, clipping in nicely, pulling his buff up to his nose, a colourful dark blue and yellow colour, just something of a trend he had of late, Seb noted to himself.

"Are you ready, Fraulein Dorian? Let's go kick some ass, hey? Show me what you got!" He added, a smirk on his face beneath his Buff, as he readied his poles, his skis pitched into the fresh powder, and pitched himself to leap forwards, the incline so steep that it would be one that would launch them downslope. This was not for a rookie. This was a pro run, and they both knew what they were in for. Pure backcountry paradise. And Seb did not care for any camera recording, this was going to be something to enjoy. 

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