Reinhardt Kohler couldn't believe what he was taking in, these crackpots had truly, wholeheartedly believed in their theories. He'd accompanied the expedition because if by some miracle, they were right, he had the chance to become the greatest German since Frederick the Great. Such discoveries, and their accompanying assistants, were certainly not forgotten on the pages of history books.<br/>"Ja, I vil be next." he said, hoping his english wasn't nearly so bad as he knew it sounded. Pulling the newly minted goggles he had procured at steep personal cost down over his eyes, he smiled. The designers of such a device meant to keep the wind out of motorcyclists eyes, he doubted they would ever have thought to use them in this manner.<br/>As he shuffled his way awkwardly toward the door, teetering like some red headed drunkard in this great parachute and his several bags of personal gear, the irony involved in this journey struck him. He had come on this journey believing it would likely be forgotten within the week, his pockets overflowing with those fresh American bills Muir threw around as if they were leaves in the fall. Such funding would have easily sent him on an expedition to another continent or two, but now...Frederick the Great had to be trembling in his ancient cavalry boots...here comes Reinhardt Kohler!<br/>Looking each of the other adventurers in the eyes, seeing a range of emotions unable to possibly be understood in such a briefly momentous instant, he turned towards the side door in the air craft. It was then that he remembered his training to jump from planes...He had to clear the wings...if he didn't it would be quite messy.<br/>Then, the concentration faded from his features into the look of a pure hearted daredevil. "Aufwiederseheeeeeeeeee...." the leap from the aircraft and the few instants it took Rienhardt to disappear left the oxygen deprived sky left the goodbye half finished at best....