Chasing the Perfect Storm:
The Inconceivable F6
By FocusR.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Sci-Fi
Hi again, I said that there might be a rewrite of Chasing The Perfect Storm well that came true. I'll be adding to most of the chapters when I get time during college. In this verson of CTPS I'll be adding some more detail and correcting some Meteorological aspects that were a little off. Like last time if you want a definition to the terms, just review what term you want defined and they will be posted in the next chapter at the top along with the ones that were already requested.
Summary: Mother Nature is known for her magnificent beauty, but also for her devastation. Of those devastating forces, one is known as the Supercell Thunderstorm. These storms are originator of the most astonishing and most deadly force known to roam this world. Tornados, ravage through many different parts of the world, and suck up everything in there chaotic paths. Unforgiving and unpredictable these beasts can ravage for miles and miles at a time. For ten years, TK has been living in the Twin Cities. Life as a broadcast meteorologist comes with its successes and challenges as an everyday occurrence. Will a bet he made five years ago with Davis come back to haunt him, or will a surprise mount when he receives a letter on his door. Will he learn to trust people he use to quarrel with once and a while, and will there knowledge come as a blessing. Can challenges faced on both sides keep a relationship from forming or bring it ultimately closer together again. Takari, Patagato and mention of Taiora and Kenyako. Up to this point, the world has never seen anything greater than an incredible F5 Tornado, that is about to change.
Note: Italicized words means
thoughts by a character.
Disclaimer Don't own Digimon.
Ch.1 Letter
What if you had the chance to make a difference, would you take it?
Painstakingly climbing up the outdoor staircase, TK quickly glanced up at the fourth floor platform which seemed miles away in the distance. Glancing down at his scorched shadow, sweat from his face trickled from the bridge of his nose. Why does the elevator always need to be broken especially when it's a scorcher outside? It was 98 when left, it's well over a hundred now. With the dew point in the mid 70's, it feels like the tropics. TK thought to himself finally reaching the fourth floor platform.
Why did I ever choose the top floor of the complex? Shifting the weight of his briefcase to his back, he slowly looked up the last set of stairs. Heat radiated from the handrail as TK slid his hand across it while starting on his assent. A hallow thud echoed through the heavy air with every step TK took, as a flowing river of sweat began to flow even faster from his face. Next time I'm not wearing this jacket. He thought as his suit coat flapped back and forth with every step. Even staying in shape, the 116-degree heat index is killing me; at least the apartment will be comfortable 70-degrees.
Walking down the hall to his apartment and glancing over the railing down at the asphalt parking lot, the scorching heat gave everything a glazed over hazy look. Turing back down the hallway every window was wide open with a fan blowing out except for a select few. Looking down a few more doors, an envelope hung from his metal apartment door. Great management is after me to move. What now, don't tell me that they want to change my apartment again because of another faulty light switch? TK thought as he tore the blank white envelop from the door. Slipping his key into the bolt lock, he slowly opened the door, only to have a blast of hot air slam into him.
I should have guessed… A/C is out. Walking into the sweltering apartment, he tossed the envelope onto the table next to his briefcase. In the small living room, he slowly opened the shades. Then with a few small clicks, TK cranked the window open while a moan erupted from it. Gradually a cool-arm breeze flowed calmly into the room.
Roaming back over to the table in the kitchenette, he patiently opened his briefcase and slipped out his laptop. Walking over to the couch, he set the laptop on the old oak coffee table that old magazines, books, and newspapers covered. Calmly a flutter seemed to penetrate the stagnant air in the apartment as Patamon flew into the room. "Hey TK." Patamon squeaked as he landed on TK's frazzled short blond hair.
"Hey Patamon." He said while connecting to the internet.
"I saw you on TV again today. You're getting more impressive every time, although why did you need to have stormy weather this weekend."
"Patamon I can't help it. It's not like the digital world where they can produce the weather. I need to predict it in my world I can't produce it. I can only go by what the data and models show. If I made it up I'd be out of a job." TK commented as he walked over to his closet. Pulling off his dripping wet suit coat and undoing his chocking tie he neatly placed them on a worn plastic hanger. "I really wish the station would at least give me a raise. Coming up on five years and I was still making my base salary I had when I started, along with the benefits which are being cut every year." He sighed, making room between another suit coats and ties for his suit.
"What's this?" Patamon asked as he brought over the envelope from the table in the kitchenette.
"I'm not sure, it was on the door." TK replied still facing the closet. Slowly opening it with his car keys, a formally type letter was written inside.
Dear TK,
I have heard many things about you and your years as a broadcast meteorologist on WSKY channel 6. The few times I've actually seen you on TV have struck me. Your fascination of the mystery of tornados precedes you well in the storm-chasing field. If it were all right with the station, we would be honored if you would come on a chase for a story.
Thanks for your time,
Sky Chasers
Near the bottom of the letter was a picture of a category F5 that tore threw the central part of Kansas three years back. "These chasers get close when they want a good picture." TK commented as he examined the picture closely. Why don't they just email me? Wait how did they find out my residence. I've received tons of these invitations over the past five years of being the meteorologist at channel 6 how is this one any different.
"What is it?" Patamon replied as he tried to look on at the short letter.
"It another invite to do a storm chasing story with a group of crazy storm chasers named the Sky Chasers. I'd do it but I know Ron would have a cow." TK sighed as he flopped onto the hard aging couch while tossing the letter into the wastebasket.
"TK what was with Davis today? The sports were horrible again he couldn't get any of the right baseball or soccer scores right." Patamon complained as he few over to his little bed next the old frayed couch. Reaching over on the coffee table TK picked up the dying remote and flipped on the aging TV set. I just don't get it, the stations ratings have been booming since I arrived but they never acknowledge it.
Lying down on the couch TK yawned deeply, "I don't know Patamon I'm guessing he was watching channel 5 or 11 for scores and never went to double check them. That and he's been--" As he continued to get comfortable in the couch, he started drifting off in mid sentence.
Walking out from in front of the green screen, I moved back over to the main desk with my other reporters.
"Sounds like the weekend is going to a great one for all you sport fans." Davis commented as he walked over to a stage surrounded with LCD screens for sports. His big brunette hair stood on end with the many gallons of hair gel he usually put in. After reaching the main stage of the camera, Linda one of the cameras crew came running up waving a sheet of paper wildly and handing it to Davis. As he glanced over the crinkled sheet of paper, a huge smile erupted over his face. "This just in, according to management TK our chief meteorologist at channel 6 is in need of a replacement ASAP." Then turning to me he flipped the sheet so he could I could read. On the top of the page in huge red letters was written FIRED. "Looks like you need a job TS." Davis commented with a strong and verbose laugh.
Leaning back in my chair, I felt the awful feeling of losing the bet. I can't believe I lost to him. Being hired the same day and making a bet of who would last the longest I don't believe it. He won. Shifting a little bit in my chair I slowly glanced down into my lap. Out of the corner of my eye, a small trap door swung open. With a strong gust of wind out of nowhere knocked my chair over into the hole.
Falling, falling, falling I could feel my body falling faster and faster rocketing toward the abyss beneath me.
With a solid thump, TK landed hard onto the ground.
"You OK TK." Patamon commented as he bounded from his bed.
Rubbing a small lump that had started forming his head TK glanced over at the clock on the opposite wall. "I'm alright Patamon I just dosed off."
"You just didn't dose off, you conked out for five hours. It's 10:30." Patamon squeaked as he few onto the television, which was still on.
"Man I'm glad that was a dream." TK sighed, climbing back into his couch.
"What do you mean TK?"
"O nothing Patamon I was talking to myself." TK replied, trying to shake off the nightmare.
After saving the Digital World 15 years back we still have that tension between each other. Although it's not between Kari any more, it seems that it switched to racing for reputation at channel 6. It's been ten years since I left Japan and Kari to pursue a dream job of being a broadcast meteorologist. The four years when I was at college, we email weekly for the first four years apart. Although when I started working for channel 6 things seemed like we were drifting apart from each other. Although I would still send email out to her, I seldom would ever get a reply. Hard copy letters I would send out at Christmas would be returned address nonexistent. The long distance relationship we had slowly faded away into the dry dust of the desert.
Suddenly the phone began singing it's usual jingle in the kitchenette. Patamon gracefully flew over there to check the caller ID. "It's for you TK. If channel 6 wants to talk at this hour of the night, it must be important."
Slowly climbing out of the couch TK leisurely moved over to the ringing phone. "I'm coming just hold on," TK whined, as Patamon circled over with the small handheld phone.
"Hello TK speaking."
"Hello TK, how are you doing this evening." Ron, Channel 6's CEO replied over the phone with a stern and ignorant voice.
O great, what does he want this late at night. "I'm doing fine, how about you?" TK replied trying to keep calm and collected voice as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"I just want to inform you that I got a call again today from a group of storm chasers."
"Yea what about it I usually get tons of call by different groups that go around the Midwest and chase."
"They wanted you to do a story with them. They have been after me for the past few weeks. Honestly they don't give up even to a restraining order that was issued just yesterday."
"A restraining order?" TK blurted out as he walked absentmindedly through out his small apartment with Patamon resting on his blond hair.
"TK they have been constantly calling the station for your home number or your cell phone. It sounds like some girl and her brother that keep calling. They say they are old friends of yours, but that's probably some dumb front. If they contact you in anyway, shape, or from tell me and they will fined handsomely." He commented with a subtle snicker.
"Who… I mean what's the name if the group?" TK commented as he slowly sat down in the couch.
"Why do you want to know that?" Ron barked back as a loud bang blasted from his end of the phone.
"I'm -- just a little interested like anyone would be." TK replied taken back from Ron's outburst.
"They go by the name Sky Chasers. I warn you, if you value your job stay away from them." Ron snapped.
"OK, OK I'll keep away from them don't worry. I've been with channel 6 for about 5 years. You still have my loyalty." TK replied. They're old friends of mine, but why do they keep going to my boss? A brother and sister storm chasers that could be a good story to report on, I knew Tai was studying Meteorology and specializing in tornados when he came over I wonder if Kari did the same thing.
"What did they want TK?" Patamon commented as few over to the TV set and flipped it off.
"It was Ron again. Mostly he wants me to stay away from these guys." TK commented as he handed Patamon the letter from the wastebasket.
"I saw them this morning, when they attached the letter to the door. First they knocked for a good fifteen minutes straight but gave up when I didn't answer. Then they put that note on the door." Patamon squeaked.
"Did you see who it was?" TK said as he walked over to the sink.
"You know what it seemed like they had some very old friends with them." Patamon replied, trying to hide a huge smirk.
"Come on Patamon tell me." He replied as he started filling a glass.
As TK began to take a big swig of water, Patamon replied. "Well there was Agumon, Biyomon, Wormmon, and Gatomon, that's it."
Spraying the mouth full of water over the floor, "Why-- didn't you tell me-- when I got home?" TK coughed as he tried to catch his breath.
"You didn't ask." Patamon replied as a huge smirk gleamed across his face.
Thanks for taking the time to read the first chapter of my rewritten story. R&R