Seb chased, but didn't catch Ellie, mostly to let her go, and to keep up through the illuminated slope, coming to a stop behind her, the resort closed but the sight of a parking lot and snow blowing over, with enormous halogen lights still on for snow blowers and various staff working on any maintenance at this stupid hour of night to do their work. "Shit, you're on it today Ellie!" Seb said, skiing close to her to give a high-five, as completely camp as it was, he felt the adrenaline surge and felt like it was only appropriate, to Ellie Dorian at least. He gently moved on his skis, knowing they were close to where they had parked up, skiing down the last little bit, to the snowy and empty parking lot. He chuckled in satisfaction from the run, just echoing in his head as he took his skis off his boots bindings on the ground by the tailgate of a 2015 Ford Ranger, before standing and putting his equipment in it. The pickup was grey, but now was covered in snow and slush and was hardly the showroom model that had come out of the rental parking lot. The covered tail section at least kept the elements inside dry, but cold nonetheless. He slid the skis off his feet and the boots, putting on some more standard Mammut shoes, sliding the skis into the back and within a case, alongside the poles that joined in. He put his helmet in the back, as well as his jacket, revealing a black UnderArmour layer that clung to him, as he took a blue and purple North Face beanie out of his coat, slapping it on his head. Letting Ellie dekit, he was quiet for now, just thinking about it, letting it settle. He had it good. This was just perfect, and they didn't even need to tell the resort staff they were gone. They were just out of there, and they had gone and had their fun. In the back of the truck sat skydiving gear, their rigs and wingsuits, sleeping bags and climbing equipment, it felt like that they had brought their life here. Sometime, he wanted to go back to it not just as a big pickup truck with a , the idea of getting a VW Camper and just saying fuck it. Sometime they would do that again in Europe, or in the Canadian Rockies, just to enjoy it all over again. But summer was coming, and that meant more flying once more. Finishing up with his mountain equipment, he was back to his casual self, in outdoor trousers and a longsleeve checked shirt, like some lumberjack, with a little bit of a beard growing to fully sell the lumberjack personality to Ellie. Sometimes he knew he was an irritating bastard to her, but she loved it really, much like when she was a little....well, Ellie. Something about it felt good, it felt right, it felt spot on. "Ready yet? C'mon, we don't have all day, we got friends to see!" ----- Mia cooed in Ross's hand, as he chuckled, wincing a little as she elbowed him in the rib, but smiling, playing a little with her in the way that he had learned as a dad, trying to pass off that he wasn't seriously hurt after a car crash of an incident. Holding onto Mia, Ross sat up, looking at Michael, hearing what he said in the cornershot of his hearing. "Crap....he won't make it in time. There is someone else......they might do. They might be an option. Not a he, but a they. Maybe not the best, but good enough to get us our of our creek ." Ross instantly realised what he had to do, as he looked to Sarah, hearing the news. "I can't....I can't do that right now. That sounds like a miracle....I don't even...I need to think. I'm sorry...I'm not in a good place right now." Ross said, taking a glass of water and slowly sipping it, thinking and thinking, his hurt head trying to process information and figure something out. "Okay, you need to look after Kimberly and my daughter, as much as you can. I'll fix up and be fine, my contact can get me out. I need you to look after her, and defend this place. You need to get her out, I don't know where to, but just to another hospital once she is stable. If you have to cross states, do that. I need to just take enough painkillers and I'll make it." Ross said, as he sighed, thinking all it over, still a little unstable right now and incoherent. "Christ, this mess happened because I wasn't fast enough to stop that car." Ross said, sighing as he looked at his legs, wiping his forehead, feeling a headache from all of this, trying to get back to sense. "I might have someone on the way to come and help, but as I said, he won't make it in time. Someone who might be a black mirror to...well, I have a lot of respect you three, but in this sort of situation with these sorts of criminals, one of them is useful. He happens to be one. Trust me on this one. I know you won't like your brother in law saying that, but believe me, he might be a good lead for us, someone on the other side." Ross said, sighing, looking at Mia, then back at the three Rossi siblings. "What he told me was that whatever we were involved with, this was way, way more serious. The crew that did it were professionals and found a weak link in a chain of an organisation that wanted something done. He couldn't say, but it's near governmental in scale. I've dealt with Sheikhs, politicians, druglords, Mafia heads, and so has he....so to hear that is frightening, that they went all in. It's probably one person who needs to die. And we will get that bast....person." Ross said, as he looked to the phone. He wasn't well, but given he was only hooked up to an IV at the moment, and most of his transfusions had been done, he could probably be thrown into the back of a car and driven away, though he knew the same wasn't going to be possible for Kimberly. Better he was away, to at least take the heat somewhere else. "I'll get Ellie on the line. She can come to us, and get me out. Takes you down one less person to protect, I can look after myself if I'm out of state, heal up and come back. I'm still too weak. You just make sure Kimberly gets through, and get her away from here. We'll go our separate ways to keep the heat off us, and when the time is right, I'll need to call you." Ross said, as he picked it up, looking at all three. "Thank you. I couldn't ask for better family. Kimberly doesn't deserve this. She never did. She took it because she wanted us to have a better life. And those people are going to pay." -------- Ellie's phone rang, as Ross got through, knowing that they were on their way down from Lake Tahoe, the long drive probably interrupted by his call. "Ellie, it's Ross. Listen, you and Seb are on your way to Vegas, right? We might have a complication. I don't know how quick you can get here, but just floor it. Get to.....shit, I'll text you the hospital. Something's happened, and I need your help, more than ever. Please." Ross's British understatement was the most British thing you could probably do, but knew that Ellie would understand most likely the severity in his voice, and respond the way she needed to.