As they all met for breakfast in the hotel lobby, Adam and Dean were very glad to see that Shawn seemed to be his old self. He had a smile on his face and his eyes glittered brightly, mostly for Hunter, his dream fighting, sledge hammer wielding hero.

When Shawn had told Hunter about his half dream, Hunter had puffed up with pride. He liked the image of himself that Shawn had painted. In truth, Hunter was just glad Shawn got a peaceful nights sleep.

The Jericho team had pushed two tables together so they could discuss the days plan without disturbing other guests. They sat in the far, back corner. Chris had his laptop open, but first ate a huge bowl of cereal.

Adam let out a loud groan. AJ Styles had just entered the self service breakfast area, his usual cocky smirk played on his lips. He was alone.

JoMo had decided, at the last minute, he'd better avoid the free breakfast. He didn't want to run into the Jericho team. John told AJ to bring him a couple of bagels with cream cheese. AJ was so besotted, he did anything the lithe brunette asked, without question.

"Just ignore him, sweetheart. He's not worth one glance from those beautiful eyes." Chris chucked Adam under the chin. He just wasn't in the mood, hopefully AJ would just grab his food and go.

AJ took one of the bakery style "to go" bags. He began to fill it with a variety of bagels. In another bag, he put in single serve pods of cream cheese, jelly, and butter. JoMo had already made a pot of coffee in their room.

Lastly, AJ picked up a few napkins and a few pieces of plastic silverware. Just as he turned to leave, he spotted the Jericho team. He decided it was a perfect time to harass them.

Adam groaned again. "He's headed this way." He kicked Chris' shin under the table… a bit to hard, out of frustration.

"Ow! Fuck, Adam! What was that for?" Chris rubbed his shin, sure it would be bruised.

Adam felt guilty, but didn't have time to explain, AJ stood next to Chris. The enemy storm chaser made a point of looking at the display on Chris' laptop.

Seth noticed. He quickly reached over and pressed a button, the display changed to a screen saver. It was one of Chris' favorite pictures. It was of Adam with a graceful tornado behind Adam's shoulder.

"Ugh. Who'd want that face as a screen saver. So, fifty miles southwest? Oh Jeri-jerk, when will you ever learn to forecast. How you got your Bachelor's Degree, let alone a Doctorate is beyond me." AJ sneered at Chris. What he wanted was for Chris to make a scene, ruin his reputation. Especially since some of the others in the dining area were also storm chasers.

Both Roman and Seth had their hands on Dean's thighs under the table. They had felt that Dean was about to haul off and deck AJ again. It was bad enough the first time, but this time there would be a room full of witnesses.

Chris looked up at Styles, his blue eyes were like flames. "What can I do for you, AJ? How was that chase up in Spearman?" He was sweet as honey in tone of voice, but as sour as a lemon in his attitude.

AJ's sneer left his face. "About as good as yours, I'm sure. Well, hey, we all fail at times."

The room was suddenly filled with a mummer from people that watched the large television on the wall. It was tuned to the Weather Channel.

"This dramatic footage was just received from Tuesday's odd tornado near Amarillo. It was a case of storm chasers being chased, when the three tornadoes suddenly joined and took off..." The announcer continued to talk about the rogue storm. The chyron on the screen said: Video footage shot by the Jericho Storm Chase Team, Inc.

Adam snickered, Cole had done well. "Well if your chase was that good, where is your footage, Styles?" He gave Dean a wink.

AJ could only stammer, as he watched the short, but incredible close up footage Dean had shot as they fled for their lives. There was absolutely nothing he could say.

"I gotta go, John is waiting..." AJ grabbed his bakery bag and quickly left. Jericho had bested him once again, and in front of fellow chasers. It was humiliating. AJ grew more angry as he walked back to his room.

JoMo jumped when the hotel room door slammed open, then shut with a bang. He had a fair idea why, JoMo had just watched the Weather Channel footage. AJ must have seen it over at the breakfast area. He had to tread carefully.

JoMo reached over to caress AJ's back. "Yeah. Too bad the tornado didn't suck them up. You wouldn't have run like they did, you would have gotten your direct hit. Don't worry, baby, when you do get your footage from inside, they will never even remember the name Jericho. The only name in storm chasing will be AJ Styles." JoMo spoke to encourage his lover. He couldn't let the man give up or get too out of control.

AJ took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna do it too. Jericho and his bitch will be shit outta luck. Eat up, pet. We're gonna dog Jericho. I saw where he's going. I wanna get there before he does. Then they will have to move, unwritten rule of storm chasing. You can't take another team's area. We'll get the tornado while he misses." AJ smiled at JoMo. He was getting more and more attached to his little pet. JoMo was good for him, the boy had a way of boosting him. Maybe they could stay together for a while, after the season.

Chris finally brushed off the last few people who had come over to congratulate the team on the Amarillo chase. He was finally able to speak to his team alone. "Let's go, now and quietly. I have a feeling Styles is gonna dog us. I wanna get there first. Sorry Shawn, no time for shopping." Chris and Seth quickly shut down their computers. The others grabbed a few extra bagels to take along. Free food was good food, and everyone had eaten so the bagels would have been tossed out anyway.

Shawn spoke as they left the breakfast room and went outside. "We've still got plenty of water and other drinks. I'll throw in some fresh ice while you all load up. We won't starve."

The Jericho Storm Team was packed up and on the road before AJ finished his quick shower. JoMo had packed up. The paint ball gun was hidden under his seat in the red shoe car. He had to be ready for any chance he got.

If JoMo had paid attention, he would noticed when the ROW pulled out of the parking lot, followed by Rover and Scout. Instead, he was busy thinking about how broken Adam would be when Chris was dead and buried six feet under, just like the remains of his beloved Drew, somewhere in Scotland.

Roman drove the ROW at a quick pace once they were on the nearly deserted country roads. They were going to a spot about half-way between Guymon and Boise City, Oklahoma. The area was once famous for the giant herds of buffalo, who migrated south from Colorado and the Great Plains. There they would spend the winter, where food and water were plentiful. They also provided a good source of food for the Native Americans, who followed the mighty herds.

Roman looked out at the flat lands. "Can you even imagine it, over a million buffalo? It must have been an awesome sight." His voice was filled with awe at the thought.

Dean's feet were propped up on the dashboard. He raised his sunglasses to get a natural view of the area.

"Must have been something. No wonder they held such a high place among the Native Americans. The difference is, they respected the buffalo, only killed what they needed. Then they used every possible part they could, nothing was wasted. The game hunters just took the horns and left the rest to rot, such… fuckers." Dean was angry at the thought of the slaughter of the innocent buffalo, just for their horns.

Roman nodded. "Just like the whale and other large animals. Look at the elephant, our generation may out live them. Only a handful of wild tigers left. No wonder Mother Nature gets so furious with us, and I can't blame her." His voice was thoughtful as he spoke.

Much the same conversation happened in Rover and Scout. Chris was touched as Adam let a tear fall at the thought of the massive slaughter of the buffalo. He'd almost forgotten how much fun it was to just be alone in the car with his husband. Chris was now glad Hunter had wanted to drive his own truck to the location.

"I miss this, Kitten. Just you and I, riding along." Chris reached over and took Adam's hand in his.

Adam gave a soft light laugh. "Me too, Lion. Well, except when we first met. You were a real bastard, but I knew, deep down, the real you was hiding. Just took a lot of patience. You were worth waiting for." Adam kissed the back of Chris' hand.

In the Scout, Hunter held Shawn's hand. He'd wanted to drive Shawn to the location today, just to make sure his little copperhead felt better. He was the only one Shawn couldn't fool, but Hunter knew the dreamless sleep had helped. Shawn was calmer and able to talk about other things. Hunter was pleased for Shawn.

"Hunt, I'm sorry about last night. But, thank you for being there for me, like always. I'd be lost without you. I've decided that it was all a reaction to you nearly… well, anyway. Adam represented the victim and you the hero, which you were. Thank you for guarding my sleep. I love you so much, Hunt." Shawn leaned over and kissed Hunter's cheek.

"I love you, Shawn. I was sure that's all it was, but you had to deal with it in your own way. Babe, I will always be there for you." Hunter looked at Shawn and blew him a kiss.

At a spot, exactly fifty miles from Guymon, Roman stopped. The area was perfect. There was a nice, flat area for the ROW, just off the country road. The ground had been baked hard. If it rained, he had time to get back on the paved road before they got stuck.

There was plenty of room for Rover and Scout to park as well. Since they had arrived so early, there was time to relax. The weather was hot, but the humidity wasn't too bad. That would change later, but for now, it was fairly comfortable.

Chris and Roman climbed up on the ROW and removed the radar's protective cover. Chris checked all the connections. He yelled down for Seth to fire up the radar. Chris waited, then smiled when the hum of the radar was heard, all was well.

Seth and Chris were soon settled in their "office". They had yet to turn on the air conditioning, for now, the fans were enough to keep everything cool.

As it was a chase, Shawn didn't set up the awning or tables. He did, however, put out a couple of the chairs that could quickly be put away. Also a cooler of drinks was placed in the ROW, within reach of Chris and Seth, along with a bag of snacks.

Dean, Adam and Roman sat on the tailgate of the Scout truck. With Adam in the middle, the professional could help Roman with his new camera. Dean thought Roman's camera was nice, but it wasn't his trusty, beat up old friend. However, he loved the tripod Roman had given him.

"Roman, you're gonna have a hard time in daylight, but not much we can do about that. You've got one hundred speed film. Set your F Stop to eight for a long exposure and between ten and sixteen when your shooting. It's about ten to fifteen frames to catch the entire bolt. So, when they sky really starts to fire up, use the tripod and keep it on continuous shot. You've got five hundred frames per roll. You can shoot digital at the same time? I wouldn't start your digital at five-oh-one. Change your roll and stop the digital. Make a note of the last digital number and the number on the roll. Do not expect anything, then you won't be upset. Lightening is the hardest thing to film. I don't envy you, but, you'll learn. Let Shawn handle the thermal and forget the drone. You'll be too busy." Adam gave Roman the best advice he could.

Roman listened intently and made notes as Adam spoke. It was a lot to remember. He knew Adam was right, it would take several times to get it right. Dean also listened. Adam had told him the same thing a couple of weeks ago, just before their very first chase.

Adam let out a laugh. He could see a car way up the road, headed their way. He slid off the tailgate and slightly limped to the ROW. "Guess who is coming down the road. You were right, shithead did see our location." The car Adam had spotted was the distinct red shoe of AJ Styles.

Shawn got a sudden urge. He dashed up the steps of the ROW, entered and closed the door behind him. "Let Hunter and Roman deal with him. Adam, sit, I want to make sure your ankle wrap is tight enough." He pointed to a chair next to the mini fridge at the very back of the office space.

Neither Adam nor Chris thought anything about Shawn's actions. It was perfectly reasonable for the nurse to check his patient. Adam behaved and sat down. He had figured Shawn would want to double check the bandage before any thing started weather wise.

Outside, Hunter called Roman to stand by his side. They stood at the foot of the steps to the ROW. The red shoe pulled to a stop. The driver's side faced the ROW. In the passenger seat, JoMo sank down and pulled his baseball cap down so low, the bill brushed against his sunglasses. His long hair was tucked under his cap. JoMo stared out of the passenger window, neither Jericho was in sight as he looked at the reflection in the window of the ROW.

"Move along, AJ. You know the rule. We were here first." Hunter spoke firmly. Both he and Roman stood at their full heights, arms crossed over their chests. The older man and the younger man were imposing, only a fool would start something.

AJ Styles might have been many things, even foolish, but even he wasn't that foolish. Of course, he had an answer prepared. "Wasn't lookin' to stop here anyway, big nose. As usual, you're way off base. Dry line is thirty miles, that way." He nodded to the northwest with a snarky grin.

"Whatever you say, AJ. Actually, I hope you're right. I'd like to see how that tin can holds up. Maybe we'll change your name to Dorthy and Toto. Better hurry, caps are building." Hunter sneered right back.

Styles glanced up at the sky. "Oh those are nothing. Don't know much about storm formation do you, big nose." He snarled at Hunter, an easy thing to do in the protection of a car. AJ stared as Hunter then gave a yelp.

Dean had run and jumped on the hood of the red shoe, he peered in the windshield. Dean's short, auburn hair was on end, he licked his lips like a wild man and his eyes held the look of a crazed person. JoMo wanted to climb into the back, but the race car style seat belts held him securely in place. When Dean licked the windshield with an animalistic growl, AJ had enough.

"You people are insane!" AJ had to power up the engine to pull away. It gave Dean plenty of time to safely slide off the hood.

Dean stuck his head in the driver's side window and gnashed his teeth at AJ. He looked more like a zombie after a fresh brain, he even managed to drool.

AJ pulled away as fast as he could. He wasn't sure what to think. "What the fuck was that? Who in the hell… wait… that was the guy that belted me at that gas station. Has he gone rabid?" AJ spoke with a slight shake to his voice as he hurried to the spot he'd chosen to storm watch from. At least he knew he was right about that.

When the red shoe had vanished from sight, Dean turned to look at Hunter and Roman. Gone was the wild man, in his place stood a very normal looking Dean Ambrose.

Dean shrugged. "Was it something I said?" His face held the look of the most innocent little boy in the world.

Hunter and Roman looked at Dean, then at each other. Both men burst out in laughter. They laughed so hard and so loud, everyone came out of the ROW to find out what they had missed.

It took both Hunter and Roman to get the story out, as they both still laughed. By the time they finished, Adam had laughed so hard he had to limp run to a bush to piss before he wet his pants.

"Oh Dean, I don't know how helpful that was, but I wish I could have seen it." Shawn wiped away the tear of laughter that ran down his cheek.

Dean again shrugged. "He deserved it, lousy fucker. How can he… does he know anything about weather?"

Adam had returned and sat on the steps of the ROW. "Sadly, he does. When he gets about a month into the season, you'll see a very different AJ. He's an asshole, but when he puts his mind to it, he is real competition. The good thing, well no, it's not good, Chris, you explain it." Adam couldn't put what he meant into words.

Chris knew what Adam meant. "Well, it's like I told you last week. He sells what we give for free. For us, that's good, because they will take our work over his. However, for Adam, it's hard. AJ will sell film and photos at a price that undercuts Adam. It means, that later, Adam will have to work faster and harder to get his work on the market before AJ. Dean, starting about mid June, you will really have to dig your heels in and work like a… um… wild man." He chuckled as he finished, the story of Dean's wild man act still on his mind.

Adam chuckled as well. "Thanks, Lion. I didn't know how to put it. Dean, we do have one advantage over Styles and that's Michael Cole. AJ doesn't have a broker, still he does okay without one. Well, enough about that waste of space. How long do we have, boss?" Adam asked as Chris came over to sit with his husband.

Chris kissed Adam. "A couple of hours. Clouds are barely building. New Mexico has already bottomed out, so good choice again, Kitten." He gave his spouse another kiss, then went back inside the ROW.

Seth joined Chris in the ROW. Dean, Roman and Hunter played toss with Roman's football. Shawn and Adam sat on the tailgate of the truck.

Adam bit his lip, he wanted to ask Shawn what had bothered him so much lately, but it wasn't really his place. He didn't realize he had sighed.

Shawn looked up from his first aid kit. He was doing his pre-chase check. "Adam, are you alright? Is your ankle hurting? Maybe you'd better skip this chase. I have time to get you back to town." He was worried about the younger man.

Adam shook his head. "No Shawn, the ankle is fine. It really does feel much better. You've taken very good care of me. I'm… are you okay? You know, I can keep a secret." He went out on a limb and asked.

It was Shawn's turn to sigh. "Well… I had a bit of a moment last night, but I am alright now. I think Hunter was right, I had a bit of a post traumatic stress incident. He said it was a delayed reaction to what you three went through. I have to be honest, I really lost it. But, my Hunter held me together. We have all had moments sometimes, guess it was my turn. I had a good cry and a great sleep, and I'm fine. I really am, so you can stop walking on eggshells okay, honey?" He gave Adam a hug. No need to mention the dream, it was all just a part of the delayed stress.

The weight visibly lifted from Adam's shoulders as Shawn explained what had happened. "Chris said the same thing… well… I was worried about you. I'm glad you feel better. Sometimes I think we put too much on you. Just tell us to grow up and handle our own problems." Adam returned Shawn's hug with a smile.

"And make me obsolete? I never mind listening to your problems. You don't bother me that much. Goodness, I get more problems from the church family. It's my job. God helps me. I need to let go, like I did last night, more often. Stop keeping it in. Now, I am fine, you're fine so that's that." Shawn made it very clear the topic was closed.

It wasn't long before Dean left the game of toss and joined Adam and Shawn. Hunter had decided to check the rocket probes one last time, and Roman helped.

Dean wormed his way in between Adam and Shawn. "I need your help, please?" He looked from Adam to Shawn with anxious eyes.

Adam spoke first. "Anything, Dean. Something serious?" He hoped it was something he could help with. Shawn didn't need any more problems.

Dean smiled. "No, nothing serious, something fun, I hope. Roman's birthday is on May twenty-fifth, then Seth's is on the twenty-eighth. I want to try to throw them a surprise party, maybe on the twenty-sixth. Problem is, how? No idea where we will be then. Oh, and I don't want Chris or Hunter to know either, the less that know, the better, right?" Dean looked at the older men, question replaced the anxious look in his eyes.

Adam's eyes lit up. "Well, I'll help. We can just do the party in our room, where ever we are." He loved the idea.

"Or, if we know where we will be, maybe we can do something like mini golf or go carts. It will depend on where we are and if we're chasing. If not, yeah we can do it at the hotel. Who knows, we could even be back in Norman. We will manage it. And, I agree, Hunter has a hard time keeping those kinds of secrets. As Adam knows, Chris can't either." Shawn added his thoughts as he pondered the idea.

Dean beamed. "I knew you guys would have ideas. Seth loves mini golf and Roman likes go carts. I guess we could always do Chuck E. Cheese's." He gave a laugh at the idea.

Before anymore could be said, Chris yelled for the group to come get their instructions. Everyone met around the desk in the ROW. Chris had map up on his computer.

"Okay, the usual set up. Roman, take the Scout down here, about twenty-five miles to the south. If a tornado drops, and you can do it safely, drop a probe. There are exits everywhere, but Roman and Hunter, triple check that you have more than one way out. Roman do what you have to do for your lightening study. Hunter, you take Rover here. It's fifteen miles northwest. You guys know what to do. I have no idea where shithead is. If either of you run into him, steer clear. Let him have if the storm if comes to it. You know how crazy he can get. I'd rather lose data than lose any of you. Alright my wonderful team, it's go time. Shawn?" Chris gave a nod to the Pastor.

Shawn stood erect. "Join hands, please..." He paused and waited while the prayer circle formed. "Let us pray. Dear Father God, we ask that you keep our family safe as we seek the knowledge to help others. We also ask your protection for the people as you let the storms rage. Protect all others who seek to do the same. Give us the skills to make the right decisions and we ask you to send your angels to ride with us. We ask this in the name of your precious Son, Jesus Christ. Amen." The others echoed the "Amen" with Shawn.

When they finished, Shawn started the "hug ring". He hugged Adam on his left, Adam hugged Chris and it continued until Hunter hugged Shawn. The group broke apart and got ready to deploy for the days chase.

Both Roman and Dean kissed Seth. "Love you, baby." Roman whispered softly over Seth's lips. "Love you, Sethie." Dean followed after Roman. Seth smiled softly, "Love you, Ro. Love you, D." They always made sure each expression of love was it's own.

Seth went back inside the ROW. It always hurt to watch his lovers drive away. Roman pulled Dean into his arms and kissed auburn haired man. "Dean, I do love you. Be careful out there. Do your best, make us proud." Roman spoke just as softly to Dean as he had Seth.

"I do love you, Roman. You be careful. Good luck with your lightening pictures. Just remember everything Obi-Wan said, it won't go wrong." Dean leaned into Roman for another hug.

The college couple parted and went to their separate vehicles. Chris and Adam kissed with all the love and passion they felt for each other.

"Kitten, please come back to me. I'd die without you. There would be no life to live. I love you." Chris held onto Adam like they were about to fall off the edge of the world.

Adam held onto Chris just as hard. "I love you, my tawny Lion. I'll come back, I'll always come back. You stay safe too. Keep the door of the ROW locked and closed. I don't like the idea of you and Seth being here alone and occupied, anyone could sneak up on you. I don't want asshole getting to you without Hunter around. Please, Chris?" He looked into Chris' eyes with worry.

Chris saw the worry on Adam's face. "Okay, baby. I'll make sure we're all locked in. I'll also set the alarms. I don't like the idea of him sneaking around either. We do have stuff he could steal. One day, he'll realize that. Better get going. I'll see you later. Love you." Chris gave Adam another kiss.

Shaw was ensconced in Hunter's arms. The smaller, more lithe coppery blond almost vanished in the muscular arms. As always, Shawn never felt safer.

"God, I love you so much, Shawnie. Be careful, don't get carried away thinking about anything but staying safe." Hunter gave Shawn a kiss like he and Shawn were newlyweds.

Shawn moaned into the kiss. "I love you, Hunt. You are my life, my love, my heart and soul. You stay safe. Please don't get carried away trying to set a probe. Come back safe and you can have this ass tonight." He smiled, but Shawn was serious.

Hunter growled low. "That's enough motivation for me, baby. We gotta go. Watch out for fuck head." He gave Shawn another kiss.

"Babe, be nice, that's harsh. Shit head will do. See you later my love." Shawn returned the kiss. He and Hunter each went to their rides where their companions waited.

Chris even let Adam close the door of the ROW, and he turned the lock so Adam could hear it. Adam slightly limped to the Range Rover. Dean had loaded all their gear, but Adam did a quick visual check just to be sure.

"You gave Roman the shot cable and tripod?" Adam flipped quickly through the backpack of accessories.

Dean nodded. "Yep. Don't worry Obi-Wan, I got it all. I'm a good Padawan." He teased his mentor as Adam buckled his seat belt.

Adam laughed. "Yes, you are..." He paused and turned to Hunter. They had pulled out onto the road. "Hunt, you and Shawn know a lot about guns, right?"

Dean's head snapped up. Why would Adam ask such a question? Guns were not something to mess with.

Hunter looked at Adam, then put his eyes back on the road. Had Adam found the hidden hand gun? "Well, a bit. Shawn knows more, he's the hunter. Why?" He was very curious.

"I want Chris armed. He and Seth get so occupied with what they are doing, anyone could sneak up on them. After all, they are isolated and that equipment is worth a fortune. I'm not just worried about fuck face. Any random person could decide to rob them. I made Chris promise to keep the door locked today." Adam explained in the most serious tone of voice Hunter had ever heard him use.

Dean spoke before Hunter had a chance. "Seth, around a gun? Isn't that a bit… much?" He too was serious.

Hunter jumped in. " A gun is perfectly safe, as long as people are properly trained. Adam, why this now? We've been together almost six years, you've never mentioned this before. I do agree, they should keep the door locked. But, I don't think shit head would ever be that stupid." He sensed that something new had begun to bother Adam.

Adam shrugged. "A feeling, I guess. I've just… I realized how isolated we are out here, especially the ROW. Although, I guess not many criminal types would be out in a tornado. I guess Tuesday spooked us all. I'm being silly." Adam's mood switched to a happier one. That had to be it, they were all spooked to a degree.

Dean relaxed. So that was it. "Yeah, I agree, Adam. I'm still spooked, but I guess if it hadn't happened, we wouldn't have gotten that fantastic photo." He leaned back in his seat.

Hunter looked at the road, but his mind was on the slight bump in his back. Tucked under his tee shirt was the holstered pistol he carried, at Shawn's request. He'd put it in the waist band of his pants at the small of his back. It was easily hidden and could quickly be reached. Shawn an extremely fast draw, but Hunter had the skill as well. He was glad the weapon was still a secret.

In the Scout truck, Shawn had just flipped the switch to turn on the amber warning lights on the roof. He then leaned back in his seat.

"Roman, do you want me to aim the FLIR at the same place you aim your camera for lightening?" Shawn asked as he relaxed for the ride.

Roman kept his eyes on the road, and both hands on the wheel. "If you don't mind, unless Chris or Seth ask for something else. I'd like to be able to compare the heat generation by each stroke. At least everything has a time stamp so you don't have to keep track."

Shawn nodded. "You got it, boss. Um… Roman can I give you some friendly advice?" He glanced over at the handsome college student.

"Please do, Shawn. I'll listen to any advice you can offer." Roman flashed Shaw a look that reflected the respect he held for the older man.

With a nod, Shawn spoke. "About Chris. He was very serious when he put you in charge. He will expect nothing but the best. If he yells at you or gets testy, just know it's because he thinks you could do better. If he didn't think you could do it, he wouldn't have said so. He has yelled at all of us. He's even had Adam in tears, but it was for a reason. When Adam finally realized what Chris had said was right, he improved. It was about the way he did something at the lab during data analysis. Just do your best, and expect to be yelled at. Any time you need to talk, I'm always available, even when we're back in Norman. That's when the real work starts." Shawn didn't elaborate, he only spoke the truth.

Roman gave a slight chuckle. "So storm chase Chris will turn into Doctor Jericho, Dean of Meteorology. Don't forget, Seth and I have been in his classes. Dean will this fall, so we are used to… I mean this with all due respect… Doctor Hard-nose."

Shawn laughed. "I think I will keep that one to myself, but yeah, that's Chris. Roman, I want you to not be afraid to tell me to do something. This is your study. Okay?" His voice turned more serious as he spoke.

"I appreciate that, Shawn. I'm glad it's you with me. I think your more understanding about what this means to me. I really do think there is a correlation between lightening and tornadoes." Roman spoke with confidence.

Shawn looked at the map on his computer screen. "Left at the next road, then we stop..." He looked out through the windshield. "Looks like the towers may start building soon." Shawn reported to Roman as they made the required left turn.

Several miles to the west of the Scout truck, Hunter pulled the Range Rover off the county road and continued down a small, barely there road. At least it was gravel and not dirt.

"Why do we always get the sheep trails?" Hunter growled as the Rover bounced over a rough spot.

Adam laughed. "Cause Chris loves me. Well, there is a great spot, just half mile up. This actually has a name, Buffalo Wallow Road. What the hell is a buffalo wallow?" He asked as he looked at the computer screen.

"A mud hole where the buffalo went to cool off. Some of them can be quite deep, especially if a lot of buffalo… wallowed in it." Dean replied from the back seat.

Hunter grinned. "He's exactly right. Someone paid attention in school." He glanced at Dean in the rear view mirror.

"Not really. I read about them in a book once." Dean was okay with saying that, but it wasn't the whole story. The librarian's daughter had given Dean the "Little House" books to read. Dean had really enjoyed them, but he would never admit, out loud, that he had read those wonderful "girl" books.

Adam turned in his seat to look at Dean. "Thank you, Dean. Must have been some mud hole. Oh, stop here." Adam suddenly called out. He'd almost missed their observation point.

The Rover abruptly stopped. They were on top of a rise, the most elevated place possible. To the left and right, there was just something odd about the lay of the land. All the men got out to look. Hunter went to the left, while Dean lent Adam a hand and went to the right.

"Oh wow!" Adam exclaimed as he saw why the land looked so different. The area below was a carpet of green grass and flowers.

Hunter joined Adam and Dean. "It started out as a muddy spot, where the buffalo would wallow to cool off and protect themselves from pesky insects. They wallowed, and, there were so many, eventually this bowl was formed. The flowers and grass came off the buffalo's coats as they took their mud baths. The buffalo may be gone, but they left their legacy behind. This one over there looks the same." Hunter's voice had a tone of awe as he told about how the wallows were made.

"Do we have time to take pictures?" Adam asked as he looked at the slowly building storm towers to the southwest.

Hunter looked as well. "I would think an hour or so, at least. You be damn careful if you climb down there. Adam, I don't want to be Lion food or get bit by a certain Copperhead." He laughed as he spoke.

"Me either. You stay up here. I'll go down. Now sit, I'll go get our gear." Dean helped Adam to sit on the "rim" of the bowl. Adam laughed, but stayed put as Dean went to get their cameras and gear. Adam would get some beautiful pictures for Natures Wonders, thanks to the buffalo of old.

Several miles away from the Jericho team, AJ and JoMo sat in the red shoe and watched the clouds. "I don't think anything is gonna happen. I'm going back, I need to sell some data. I can do it before Jeri-jerk and his crowd give it away. Such fools." AJ fired up the odd looking car. He started to head back to Guymon.

JoMo's mind raced. This could be the perfect opportunity. "I think I'll run some errands when we get back. You will be busy and I have things I need to tend to. I'll go to the internet cafe, then do some shopping. Maybe to the sexy store." He had to make his plan believable. He even had a bag from the sex store, with something AJ hadn't yet seen, it was perfect.

AJ nodded. "Okay, pet. I don't mind, as long as you bring home something good. Want me to drop you off at the cafe?" He asked as the car picked up speed.

JoMo had to hide his panic. He needed things he'd left at the hotel. "Naw, I left my spending money in my other bag. I can walk, or catch an Uber. Don't worry, you will be very pleased." JoMo felt bad, but only a little. If his plan worked out, he'd never see AJ Styles again. JoMo had grown to like AJ, the man was a bit like Drew, so proud and confident.

At the hotel, JoMo got lucky. AJ went right into the bathroom. JoMo quickly grabbed all his items and tossed them into his bag. He'd have to leave his shower kit, but there was nothing incriminating in it. He gave the room a quick scan. He was satisfied. Morrison grabbed his bags, and with a longing, apologetic face, looked toward the bathroom. He left the hotel room. JoMo headed for a cafe.

There was the masked paintball gun, a blond wig, and some clothes for his disguise. A beautiful, lithe, long haired brunette had entered the bathroom. A short haired, dumpy looking blond came out. Now all he had to do was rent a vehicle. JoMo chuckled as he walked. By nightfall, Adam Jericho would be a widower.