Kimberly watched the brake lights on her husband's car flash on long and hard, a good indicator that the road up ahead was coming to a close. The Caucasian driver slammed on the brakes, going down gears accordingly. The Mjolnir-adjacent object sitting right behind her burbled as she went down the gears, before she came to a slow enough speed to do a u-turn and haul ass back the way she came. The police cars sitting there... also a very good indicator that the road ahead had come to a close and it was time to come back. She couldn't drive this thing forever, as much as she really enjoyed it. Might as well make the best of it. As she watched her husband's P1 dart down the street, Kimberly smirked to herself as she gradually applied the throttle. She wouldn't let him have all of the fun to himself. Not how it worked in their relationship anymore. Not at all. --- Ellie really used her arms to lift her 62 kilogram frame up the near-vertical climb she had up ahead of her. Contrary to popular belief, Ellie really did have to make sure she was in peak physical shape in order to make things easier on herself. That didn't just include really, really good cardio either. She had to make sure she had quite the amount of muscular endurance, strength, and flexibility. Climbing and all this stuff really got easier as Ellie got more fit. Lifting her weight plus a lot more. Her abs were about as firm as the rock she was planting her feet in. All for the tasks she loved most. Because all this hard work, Ellie was capable of running a mile just as fast as Division 1 track and fielders. Ellie looked up at her partner climbing above her, nodding as the message got to her head and she proceeded to do what he told her to do. As soon as she sensed a movement that wasn't really supposed to happen, Ellie braced herself subconsciously before she looked back up to see Seb was just fine. She sighed a slight breath of relief, knowing that her Seb was alright. The push was crazy tedious, having to play with ropes and really playing with them to get the intended effect out of them. By the time the slope evened out, she was practically bear crawling up the ridge. The pace was a bit sluggish though, but it was all in good nature. Having to put in cams and whatnot just so Ellie was safe. Better safe than sorry as everyone said. "Feck me. This is tough shit, man!" She said, climbing up and up. --- Quite a time later, they were walking regularly now, no rope at all since it was stable enough to just do some simple walking on it. She had ditched her crampons, and just carried on with her Scarpa Fuego mountaineering boots instead. They were real expensive, but worth it. Ellie could definitely feel the protection and their value in general. If there was one injury that always plagued Ellie, it was definitely sprained ankles. She had sustained a lot of injuries in her career, but for some reason her ankles seemed to be the weakest when it came to her body. Her ankles required a lot of protection, but it was very well worth it. Ellie could find herself squinting as she was face to face with the orange-tinted sky, knowing that the sun was coming up. Just like her partner, she was clad in GoPros, on her chest, head, and wrist. The more footage she got, the better. If she didn't want something to be in there, she could always just plop something in there. Something miscellaneous? Wouldn't be the first time she did it. As she climbed over the last rock, she stood back up and jogged over to her partner, looking over the beautiful view ahead of them. All that could be heard was the wind blowing around them, as they just took in the sights. Sights like these were definitely worth killing over. "Wow... you definitely know how to pick your locations, Seb." Ellie pulled her goggles and beanie off as she let her hair flow in the wind. Poor Seb, he didn't get to experience things like this. Didn't have the hair to do so. Ellie sighed, watching her breath materialize in front of her and drift away, the cold air quickly entering her body. The Scottish-Canadian looked at Seb, catching onto what he was doing very quickly and setting her gear down. Seb came over to her and said she could lead this skiing endeavor, which really excited Ellie since she really liked leading. His cold lips on her even colder forehead were a strangely good feeling. She could definitely notice the difference in warmth. "See ya on the flipside, Seb." Ellie made sure her bag would be as small as possible as she took out her wingsuiting gear, transferring all her GoPro stuff to the harness already on it. Helmet, chest, arms, and legs. Like Ellie always said, the more angles the better. Her wingsuit followed shortly afterwards. It was a beautiful white and gold design, with the leg patch-flap thing being a hybrid of the Scottish flag and the Canadian flag, representing Ellie's nationalities. Soon enough she was done dressing up and ready to get skiing. She had everything on, skis, GoPros, helmet, everything. Now it was just time for Seb to check her, even though she had a slight bad feeling about this. She stood in front of him, holding out her limbs and feeling him pat her down. The cheeky touch on her ass though, caused her to yelp a bit. "Seb! Hey!" She complained, glaring at him. The Canadian-Scottish wingsuiter nodded and proceeded to wait for her partner to get ready, before asking him the very same thing. "Arms and legs. I'm not touching your butt." She said bluntly, as she checked him down. "You're all set to go!" She said, gesturing to the trail they would conquer, "You ready?"