Chris Adam took his shower and curled up in bed to wait for Chris to finish his shower. He was in a very sexy mood and wanted his husband, badly. He knew just what to do.
Chris smirked as he came out of the bathroom and saw his husband. His Kitten was laid back in the bed, his eyes closed as he slowly stroked his cock. Chris dropped the towel from his waist, he was naked and hard.
Adam grinned when he felt the bed dip and heard Chris give a soft growl. Adam's eyes snapped open when Chris batted his hand off his cock. Chris slid up between Adam's legs and before Adam had time to think, Chris' mouth was on his dick.
Adam's eyes rolled back when Chris' finger began to work its way into his hole. Chris' tongue dipped into the sensitive slit of Adam's cock at the same time his finger entered Adam's heat.
"Does that feel good, Kitten?" Chris asked in a low, husk filled voice as he kissed his way up Adam's body. He worked a second finger into Adam's tight heat. He never grew tired of Adam's body.
Adam's hands clamped onto Chris' shoulders. "Need you in me, now Lion. Need you." Adam's words came out in a whimper that matched his need.
Chris had moved up Adam's body so his lips were at Adam's extra sensitive left ear. "Always so anxious for my hot cock. God, you are so beautiful, my sweet Kitten." He raked Adam's earlobe through his teeth. He growled when he felt Adam shiver.
Adam turned his head to give Chris room to feast on his neck. "My handsome Lion. Please baby, get inside me. I need to feel you." He gave a buck of his hips to make his point.
Chris seemed to do three things at once. He captured Adam's lips in searing kiss as he pulled his finger out of Adam and pushed his cock into the heat of his glorious husband.
Adam loved the painful burn he felt when they didn't prep with lube. It was the type of pain that hurt so good. He moaned into their kiss as Chris pushed all the way in.
When Chris was balls deep in Adam, he broke the kiss. "You feel so damn good, baby. I could stay like this forever. You ready, pretty boy?" Chris' words were a hot puff against Adam's neck.
Adam's knees gripped his husband's hips, his hands latched on to Chris' shoulders. "Yes, oh yes. Please, I need you, so badly..." Adam's words came out in a whimper filled tone.
Chris pulled back his hips and with a passion filled kiss, began to make love to his beloved husband. Chris wrapped a hand around Adam's shaft and worked it in tempo with the thrusts of his hips.
It wasn't long before the couple were totally lost in each other. The spell wasn't even broken when thunder rumbled and lightening flashed. For a moment, the Doctor of Meteorology and his Photojournalist husband didn't even think about the weather. All that mattered was their love.
Both Chris and Adam released their climaxes at the same time as a loud crash of thunder. Chris rolled off Adam and pulled him tightly against him. As they recovered, the couple became aware of the raging storm outside.
"Wonder when that started?" Chris asked with a lazy yawn as more thunder rolled overhead.
Adam nuzzled against Chris and yawned. "Don't know, don't care, sleepy..." Adam suddenly sat up. "I care now!" The sound of the Independence tornado warning sirens filled the hotel room.
There was a knock on the door that joined the Jericho's room to the room of the three college students.
Chris quickly pulled on some clothes as did Adam. When Adam's pants were up, he opened the door. It was Dean.
"Seth and Roman went out to the ROW. Hunter and Shawn are getting dressed. What should I do?" Dean looked a bit pale. Night storms bothered him, it came from the time he lived in the shed at school.
"Stay here with Adam. Not much for either of you to do. Can't really film or photograph a night storm. Adam, stay here, I'm going to the ROW." Chris gave his husband a kiss and hurried out to the ROW.
Adam sat down on the bed. "That's what he thinks. Get your camera, we might not get much, but we will get what we can." Adam gave Dean a wink and a grin.
Dean grinned back. "Oh yeah. I've seen footage of tornadoes at night, lit up by lightening. I'm with you Obi-Wan. I'll get my camera." He hurried off to his room to get his equipment. Footage was footage.
Shawn had followed Dean into the Jericho's room. "Been a long time since we've done this at night." Shawn had a very annoyed tone to his voice, a tone Adam recognized.
Adam gave a chuckle. "Oops, someone was in the middle of something. Guess it would be very bad of me to say, I got mine." He gave Shawn a very wicked smirk.
Dean laughed when he understood what was going on. "So did we. Looks like old age is catching up with mom and dad." He ducked as Shawn playfully tried to swat him upside the head.
"You boys are just terrible. Okay, to business. Hunter had a thought, the FLIR might pick up the tornado. Let's get to work. Dean, is the FLIR in your room?" Shawn turned serious. The tornado siren outside was still screaming.
Dean dashed to their room. He quickly returned with the FLIR camera case. The three then went outside. The air was heavy, but there was no rain, and hardly any wind. There was a lot of lightening and thunder. The storm was to their southwest. Through the flashes of lightening, they could see that the clouds were boiling.
"Too bad night vision isn't possible. The lightening would blind you." Dean noted as he aimed his camera toward the storm.
Adam lifted his camera to his shoulder. "My Padawan is smart. Not many people realize that. It can also damage the sensitivity of a camera. Special night vision cameras cost a lot, and I mean a lot. Only big media outlets can afford them, or the military. I got to use one once, in a war zone. I was working with the Army at the time. Shawn, is the FLIR picking up anything?" Adam aimed his camera toward the storm, or at least the center of the lightening.
"Not too much… Hunter did say it might not work. I am getting some colors. As Chris always says, data is data." Shawn held the FLIR steady on the storm.
In the ROW, Chris and Seth were glued to their computers. Roman sat in the driver's seat of the ROW and stared at the lightening, he was absolutely memorized by the colors and variations in the electric charges.
Hunter was in the passenger seat. He listened to the NWS channel on the radio through a headset. He could hear better over the blaring tornado warning siren and rumbling thunder. He would relay the updates as they were announced.
The manager of the hotel was a bit frantic. He'd been going to each occupied room and telling his customers to gather in the hotel office. It wasn't much, but there was a small cellar under the office. He would wait to send everyone down if the storm grew closer. There were about twenty guests, not including the seven storm chasers.
When the manager got to the Jericho's room, he was a bit stunned to see three men filming the storm, looking calm and completely at ease.
"Excuse me. All guests must come to the office, please. That way I can move you to the cellar. It's small, but it will be safer than staying in the room." The manager smiled but was firm.
Adam lowered his camera. "Please don't worry about us. We are professional storm chasers. My husband and his colleagues are over there, watching the storm on radar. We are also in direct contact with the National Weather Service. We will take responsibility for ourselves. If it hits, we will go out anyway, we are also trained in search and rescue. Shawn here is a Registered Nurse, as well as a Pastor. As a matter of fact, we will come tell you if and when you need to go down to the cellar. Go look after your guests, we will look after the storm." Adam was calm and confident.
"Oh… Oh! Yes, the Jericho storm chasers. You do such wonderful work. Yes, I will assure my guests they will be safe. Please, if the need arises, come to the cellar. Thank you for doing what you do." The manager gave the three men a smile then hurried back to the office, to look after his guests.
"Chris, touchdown reported by County Sheriff's. Tornado is headed north, northeast, moving at thirty-five miles per hour. It is expected to miss Independence, but only just. You know if it wobbles, that could change." Hunter added his own thoughts to the NWS report. He too listened to the NWS radio on his own headset.
Chris gave Hunter a thumbs up. "Thanks. Please go check on Shawn, Dean and Adam. I told them to stay in the room, that means they are out filming. Make sure they aren't being stupid." He knew his husband very well.
With a laugh, Hunter passed his headset to Roman. "Update Chris as needed. Be right back." Hunter slipped out of the Radar On Wheels. He took a hand held radio with him so he could communicate with the ROW.
Hunter chuckled. He saw Adam, Dean and Shawn, all with cameras aimed at the storm. The were also in a position so they were hidden from the view of the ROW.
Hunter laughed. "Chris knows you're out here, you don't have to hide. Are you actually getting anything?"
Shawn grinned. "He knows Adam. Actually yes we are. Ask Seth if he wants me to send the FLIR relay. Look." Shawn pointed toward the storm. Every time the lightening flashed, the tornado's outline could be seen. It was like a black ghost dancing in the sky.
"Oh wow, that is actually kind of cool. Hang on..." Hunter looked at the sky, then spoke to the ROW. "… Okay, Seth will do." Hunter looked at Shawn. "Yes, he wants the relay. I need the chip." Hunter knelt down and got the chip from the case.
"Dean, take that to Seth. You can film from the ROW, get a different angle. I know you'd rather be with Seth and Roman." Hunter handed Dean the relay chip.
Dean beamed at Hunter. "Yes, I would, thanks. Unless Adam minds. Adam?" He looked at his mentor, brow arched.
Adam nodded. "Go ahead. Try to focus on the mid levels. I'll stay on the upper. Hunter is right, different angles are better." He smiled as Dean ran to the ROW.
A few minutes later, Hunter answered a call from Seth. "Seth said you can send the FLIR footage now." Hunter spoke to Shawn.
Shawn pushed a button on the gun-like camera. It would send the live feed to Seth's computer. He kept his hand stead and focused on the storm.
Chris squirmed in his seat. "This… has me twitching. It's going to wobble east, and it when it does, it's going to be headed right in this direction. The one good thing, it's weak, but that too can change..." He was interrupted by Dean.
"Boss, the warning has changed. The storm is shifting to a more easterly direction. We are in the direct path..." Dean was interrupted when the tornado sirens once again began to wail.
Hunter got on his radio. "Should we go to the office, tell the guests to take cover? We can see and feel the storm shift." He was calm but anxious for the office filled with the guests of the hotel.
Chris responded. "Yes, tell them it would be better to be underground. I know you, all of you, just be careful. Roman has put our anchors down, so don't worry about us. Adam, I love you. ROW out."
"Hunter, take this. Hold it steady on the storm. I will go to the office. I am a bit better and keeping people calm. I will be right back." Shawn gave Hunter a kiss, then ran to the hotel office. The winds had picked up and they could just hear the roar of the tornado over the wailing storm warning siren.
Shawn got to the office. It was filled with frightened guests and an anxious manager. Shawn was glad to see there were no young children.
"Alright, you need to move down to the cellar. The storm had shifted, and is going to be close. The good thing is, right now, it's fairly weak, but as weather goes, that can change. Now please, take a flashlight, a bottle of water and a blanket and head down to the cellar. We will tell you when it is safe." Shawn gave calm instructions. He'd seen the boxes of supplies the manager had put out.
"You heard the Pastor. They are the Jericho storm chase team. I trust them. Please, follow me. You will be safe." The manager was firm but friendly.
Shawn and the manager got everyone down into the small cellar. There was just enough room for everyone to sit on the floor with a blanket. When he was satisfied, Shawn turned on the small radio the manager had. He tuned it to the NWS station.
"Stay here and you will be safe." Shawn then said a short prayer asking for God's protection. He then left and went back to Hunter and Adam. The winds had picked up even more, and the air pressure had changed.
"Are they alright?" Adam asked as a strong gust of wind whipped his ponytail.
"Yes. The manager had flashlights, blankets and water. Um… where are we going to go? It's getting time for us to get undercover." Shawn wasn't scared, but he did think they should be inside.
Hunter agreed. "Let's go to the ROW. We might as well all be together. It is anchored. Come on, put the cameras away." Hunter helped both Shawn and Adam pack up their cameras and gear. They made a run for the Radar On Wheels. They went into the office and Hunter closed the door behind them.
"Welcome. Good idea, not much to film in the dark. We did get a bit from the FLIR. Kitten, could we could use some coffee, please." Chris smiled at his husband. He was more relaxed now that Adam was safe and with him.
With a laugh, Adam began to make a pot of coffee. There was a small table in the corner, and a coffee maker. With bottled water, Adam soon had the coffee on the make. Shawn and Hunter settled in the other corner, out of the way. The interior of the ROW was much bigger than it looked on the outside.
Roman and Dean had turned their seats to face the office area. The seats made a small but comfortable sofa. Roman pressed a button. Steel shutters came down over the windows and windshield of the cab of the ROW. It was actually quite cozy and reasonably safe. The ROW did rock a bit with the gusts of wind.
"Chris, we need to cover and lock down the radar. We can watch the NEXRAD real time from the NSSL or NWS." Seth felt it was time to shut down the ROW.
Chris nodded. "Agreed. Close it up. Can't afford to lose the radar. This could get sticky." He gave Adam a kiss when his husband handed him a cup of coffee.
Seth quickly pushed the button. The sounds of the gears could be heard as the steel cover slid over the delicate radar. A beep was heard that indicated the shutdown was complete. The ROW rocked again with a strong gust of wind. The storm warning siren outside whined oddly as the power went out across Independence.
Hunter sipped his coffee. "Power is out. Chris, there has to be a way to keep the sirens on when the power goes down. Should we run our siren?"
Chris sighed. "I wish there was. It's something the NWS has worked on for years. The good thing is, it sounded long enough, I don't think ours will make much difference. We aren't in a neighborhood. Well, how about a bite to eat?" All they could do now was ride it out.
Hunter laughed. "That fridge cooler was a good idea. How far away is the tornado?" He observed that Seth's eyes were glued to the radar on his computer.
"About ten minutes. It's a snail, slowed down to about twenty miles per hour. It's still weak, but that is now." Seth responded as he pointed to the screen.
Chris pushed his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This is the oddest weather I've ever seen. It's like you said, it's almost like the storms are getting intelligent, thinking… it's impossible of course. We, this is a good test for the ROW..." He paused as a crash of thunder rumbled and the semi truck rocked.
Adam and Shawn made sandwiches and more coffee. Roman and Dean ate slowly as did Hunter. It was like they waited for a penny to drop.
Adam sat in the chair next to Chris. Seth had moved to sit with Dean and Roman. He could still see his computer from where he sat. Hunter and Shawn were settled in their corner. The ROW rocked more as the tornado drew closer. The thunder was like the crash of a thousand orchestral drums.
"Ro… will the anchors work?" Seth asked with a nervous titter in his voice. He wasn't used to being this close to the actual storms.
Roman pulled Seth in close, Dean hugged him as well. "Yes, Baby. Chris, Hunter and I insisted on double the usual strength of anchors and double the amount of anchors. We will be safe, I promise. We may rock, but we won't roll."
"He is right, Seth. Chris and I insisted that the ROW be able to withstand a strong EF three, maybe even an EF four. This isn't even close to that." Hunter spoke in a reassuring tone and a parental smile.
"How did you do it, Chris? I've seen your footage. Sometimes you were only yards away from the tornadoes. Did you have a death wish?" Seth asked as he relaxed a bit. He felt safe between his lovers.
Chris sighed. Adam put a hand on his husband's thigh. Chris spoke. "I suppose, in a way I did. I loved storms, still do, but back then… well… I guess I didn't care if I died or not..." Chris then briefly told the story about his mom and more of what had happened with VORTEX. He'd told the students part of the story before, but now, he held nothing back. Chris trusted the students like family now.
"… but Adam and Shawn, helped me realize nothing was worth risking my life. That's when we changed to gathering scientific data. Although, to be honest, I do miss being out there, just me and my camera… Hold no… it's going to hit..." Chris looked at the radar. The tornado was nearly over Independence, and would almost hit them head on.
The ROW began to rock back and forth like a rocking horse gone wild. Both Roman and Dean held on to Seth. Hunter held tight to Shawn and Chris pulled Adam onto his lap.
The storm was on top of them. It sounded like they were in the middle of a symphony and every instrument was off key, with the Devil himself as the Conductor.
"Father in Heaven, please keep us everyone in the path of this storm safe. We take comfort in the arms of the Angels who surround us. We praise you Father in the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ, who taught us to pray, Our Father, who art in Heaven…." Shawn prayed and the other joined in as the recited the Lord's Prayer. Even Dean joined in. When they finished with an "Amen", the storm still raged but the seven men felt calmer and at least they were together.
The sound was deafening and the ROW rocked from side to side. The two couples and the threesome clung to each other. Shawn's mouth moved in constant but silent prayer. The sound of debris hitting the ROW was almost as loud as the storm.
The computers had gone blank as the internet went down. It was a rare occurrence but it did happen. Because of the storm, all the antennas on the ROW had been lowered. That didn't help with the connection situation.
Adam had his head buried in the crook of Chris' neck. Chris held on tightly to his husband. It was the first time Chris wasn't sexually changed as a storm raged. All that mattered to him was keeping Adam safe and calm.
As suddenly as it started, it all stopped. The roar of the storm turned to the sound of pouring rain and the occasional "ping" of small hail. The ROW stopped rocking. The wild ride had come to an end. The sounds of emergency vehicles began to be heard over the pouring rain.
"Roman, please open her up. Keep the hail shields out though. Seth, let's try to get up and running." Chris gave Adam's butt a swat to get him up, after a kiss. It was back to business for the storm chasers.
Roman did as requested. All they could see out of the windshield and windows was darkness. Rain splattered against the bullet proof glass. He left the long steel plate out that protruded over the windshield. While the glass in the ROW and their other vehicles was bullet proof, a softball sized hail stone falling at over ten miles per hour could easily crack the glass.
Seth and Chris went to work to try to get back online. Hunter cautiously opened the door of the ROW and pressed the button to set the steps. The rain was steady but the hail had stopped. It looked like the tornado had roped out and was over. The lightening and thunder had also greatly lessened to distant flashes and barely there rumbles.
Shawn stood at the door with Hunter. "Let' go to the office and check on everyone. We can come back for the med kit if we need it. Adam? Dean? Want to help? There were a few older couples that might need help getting back to their rooms." He grabbed a couple of umbrellas from an overhead storage cupboard.
Adam and Dean also grabbed a pair of umbrellas each. "Glad to help. Here, we'll need these too." Dean spoke as he opened another cupboard and took out four large Maglite flashlights.
Adam also took a flashlight. "Let's go." He gave Chris an "air" kiss then followed the others down the steps.
Shawn led the way to the hotel office. As far as he could tell, there was no damage to the hotel, but the parking lot was littered with small branches, leaves and other debris.
Shawn and the others shook their umbrellas and left them just inside the office door. Shawn went to the door that led down the cellar. He opened the door and shone his light into the cellar.
"It's alright to come up and go back to your rooms. It doesn't look like there is any damage to the hotel, but of course, we'll know more in the daylight. Is anyone hurt?" Shawn and Hunter had gone down the steps. Adam and Dean waited upstairs because of the small space.
The manager spoke. "No, we are all alright. A bit stiff from sitting on the floor, but we are alright. Is the storm over?" He got up and started helping guests to get to their feet.
Hunter spoke as he helped an older lady to stand. "Yes, but it is raining. Are you alright, ma'am? My husband is a nurse." He noticed the lady had trouble keeping her balance.
The lady smiled. "I am fine, my dear laddie. Leg fell asleep. Reminded me a bit of hiding in the underground with mum and granny during the London blitz. I was just a mite of three." She spoke with a heavy English accent.
Shawn smiled at the lady as he carefully looked her over. "That must have been more frightening than this little storm. Are you visiting America?"
The lady returned Shawn's smile and took Hunter's arm. "Yes, my daughter. She just today had a baby… wait… wait… you're the young man that delivered my grandson! Melissa Harrison is my daughter! Oh thank you for helping her!" She hugged and kissed Shawn.
Shawn was astounded. When they got to the top of the stairs he looked at Adam. "This is Melissa's mom. She's visiting from the UK. Adam was there too, he helped bring Steve Junior into the world."
Adam took the lady's arm gently. "He is such a beautiful baby. Melissa was so brave and did so well. You have been proud."
"I was just getting a taxi to take to me to Melissa's house when the first tornado hit. I'm staying here because their place is so small. She doesn't need mum breathing down her neck. I'd just gotten back from the hospital when this storm started. Steve Senior is in western Colorado, trying to get home. Thank you for helping Melissa. You boys are just wonderful, and so handsome too." Melissa's mother hugged Adam.
"Let's get you back to your room. You will be safe and comfortable, ma'am." Adam took the lady's arm again.
The lady chuckled. "My name is Anne Smyth. I just can't get over that you boys are the same ones … Oh, Melissa and Steve's house.. is it badly damaged? Melissa said she wasn't sure how bad it was." Anne turned serious as Adam helped her sit in a chair in the lobby.
Hunter answered. "There is a tree on top of the front of the house. It will need to be removed and the damaged accessed. It didn't look too bad, but until it's inspected, it wouldn't be safe, especially for a newborn baby."
Anne sighed. "It will have to wait for Steve to get home. One good thing, their friends, the Johnson's have an apartment in their basement my Steve and Melissa can use. Such dear friends. I wish I could move here to be with Melissa's and her boys."
As Shawn sat to talk to Anne, Hunter, Dean and Adam helped the manager get the other guests settled back into their hotel rooms, making sure all was safe.
"Why can't you move here, Anne? I am sure Melissa would love it." Shawn wished they could have a cup of tea, but the power was still out.
Anne smiled. "Yes, she and Steve both want me to move here. But, you see, I have to look after my mum. She's one hundred and four and healthy as a horse. Mum is staying at a care home while I'm here for two weeks, but otherwise she lives with me. I am hoping she will like the care home, it's really more like independent living. Twenty four hour care, but the residents lead their own lives. Then when they do require full time care, they move to the more hospital like side of the home. I love my mum, but, it is a lot of work and worry for me. Does that make me a horrible daughter?"
Shawn took Anne's hand in his. "No, dear lady, it doesn't. It sounds like a wonderful place for her. It is stressful to care for an elderly parent. You would be able to spend better, quality time with her in a home like that. Plus, you could come and visit Melissa more often, or even move here. I understand it's hard. Is there anything we can do for you? I'd be glad to drive you to the hospital in the morning… well, in a few hours… it is almost five am now." Shawn smiled softly.
"You are a very comforting person. I can see now why you are a Vicar. No dear, but thank you. Melissa Johnson is going to look after me. I must go get some rest." Anne got up, as did Shawn.
The rain had stopped. Shawn led the way to Anne's hotel room with his powerful flashlight. Anne spoke again. "I can't thank you boys enough for helping my Melissa. So you chase these awful storms?" She gave Shawn a worried look as they arrived at her room.
Shawn took her key and opened the door to make sure there was no damage. At the same moment, the electricity came on. Both the lights and television came to life.
"Well, that's good. Yes, ma'am we do. We work with the University of Oklahoma in Norman. We gather data on storms. We hope to be able to better predict and warn people. Our ultimate goal is make warnings better. So that when one is issued, people will know it's real, and head for shelter. At least we try. We do this from the first of May to the first of August every year. We love it." Shawn replied as he made sure every aspect of Anne's room was safe and secure.
Anne hugged Shawn. "That is a wonderful thing for you to do. Pastor, please stay safe and may God bless you all. Thank you again for everything."
Shawn pulled out one of his pastoral calling cards. It had his name, phone numbers and email address printed on it. "Here, take this. Email me or write from time to time. I'd love pictures of baby Steve and know how things are with your mother." He held out the card for Anne to take.
Anne took the card with a smile. "Oh wonderful. I will be sure to send you pictures. Well, forgive and old lady, but I need my bed. Bless you, all of you." She gave Shawn another hug and motherly kiss to the cheek.
"Sleep well, dear. I look forward to hearing from you. Blessings on you and yours. Goodnight, Anne." Shawn returned the hug and kiss. Shawn was light on his feet as he headed back to the ROW. It felt like his soul had been uplifted.
Adam, Hunter and Dean returned a minute after Shawn. Hunter spoke. "Well, everyone is settled. Is Miss Anne alright? You were with her for a long time." Hunter poured a cup of coffee for Shawn and one for himself.
"She is a remarkable lady…." Shawn gave a brief recap of Anne's story. "...so we should get pictures of baby Steve." He drained his coffee with a yawn.
"Her mother is a hundred and four? Wow, she is an amazing woman. I hope she sends lots of pictures. Chris, I am exhausted. Can we go to bed?" Adam gave a stretch and a yawn. He was bleary eyed.
Chris chuckled. "Yes, we can all go to bed. We will meet tomorrow and decide what to do. Maybe the internet will be back up. Power is back at least. Good work everyone. Go, get some sleep." He smiled at his wonderful team.
Within an hour, the seven storm chasers were sound asleep. The sun was just rising. The occasional siren was heard as an emergency vehicle rolled to a job. Luckily, again, there were no deaths, but there were some injuries. The town of Independence had been lucky; this time.
When the storm chasers woke up, it was two in the afternoon. They met in the Jericho's room. They ate a lunch of sandwiches, fruit and coffee. The internet had been restored, and both Seth and Chris had their computers up and running.
"Looks like we have a couple of days. The new cold front is still between the coast and the Rockies. We're going to Wichita. Everyone up to leaving now? It's just two hours." Chris looked at his team. He was ready to move on, he had the twitch.
Shawn grinned. "Great. I will book the motel. I've had one picked out. I will do it now." He knew the boys would love it. The motel he had in mind had a full game room arcade, gym and indoor pool. Plus, all the rooms were on the ground floor. It wasn't always easy to find a clean, well run motel.
Hunter chuckled as Shawn went to call the motel. "He was happy when he found this motel. He hoped we would make to Wichita. It will be nice to have a day or two for a rest." He wasn't about to spoil the details for Shawn.
"The ROW is ready, Hunter and I checked her out. Just need to stop for fuel. There is a station with our blend on the way out of town. I hope the motel has a gym. It am getting a muffin top." Roman frowned as he rubbed his perfectly flat belly.
"No, you're not, Ro. Stop being a peacock. Everything is okay from last night. I'll transfer the data as we drive." Seth began to shut down his laptop, he too was ready to go.
Shawn returned. "Got the rooms. We are all set. We can grocery shop in Wichita. Let's go pack, Hunt." He headed back to their room, Hunter on his heels.
Roman and Dean went to pack their things while Seth went out to get settled in the ROW.
The Jericho's were left to do their packing, and both did their share. "Chris, do we need to be worried? We haven't heard anything from Sargent Miller. What if Morrison goes free? He will come after us again." Adam was filled with worry for his husband.
Chris pulled Adam into his arms. "No news is good news. The Sargent would call us to warn us if Morrison got off. Look love, we have a day or two to rest and relax. Let's enjoy it and forget Morrison. We are protected and the alarms work. It will be alright, I promise." He gave Adam a soft, love filled kiss.
Adam smiled. "You're right. Best to forget it for now. Sargent Miller would call. Maybe we can go out dancing. Shawn sounds excited about our motel. Well, let's finish. Thank you, Chris. You keep me centered. I love you so much." He gave Chris his own love filled kiss.
"I love you." Chris gave Adam another kiss. The couple finished their packing. Chris took their luggage to the Rover and left Adam to do his ritual triple check of the hotel room. Adam never left anything behind.
At the gas station, all the storm chase vehicles were fully fueled. Just before they finished, Kevin Nash's tank-like chase vehicle pulled into the station. As always, he drew stares from people at the station.
Kevin warmly greeted the Jericho storm team. "Chris, have you got a minute to talk?" Kevin looked very serious.
"Sure, Kev." Chris led his fellow storm chaser away from the others.
Kevin spoke. "I won't be offended or mad if you say no, but I have a huge favor to ask. You have live NEXRAD radar access, something I don't have. I need my final shot for my IMAX film. Is there any way you could guide me into the path of the next significant tornado? I even have a paper you can sign that says you are not responsible if something goes wrong. I just don't have your skills or equipment to place the Tank. Will you help?" His brow arched a he looked at Chris.
Chris stroked his chin. "We get really busy, Kevin. I have to get probes in the path. Also, I am not sure how the University would feel about it. But, I can say this. If you should happen to listen to our radio, and find yourself near one of our ground probes, you could get the shot you need. Would that help?" He gave Kevin a wink.
Kevin grinned. "Yes, it would, very much. I'm sorry, I never thought about the University. I can understand. Thanks, Chris. I've just got to get that shot of a tornado hitting the tank. I'll be listening. Wichita?" He asked as they headed back to the others.
"Yeah. It will be a day or two, but we should have another tornado. I'll tell the others about our arrangement. Stay safe, Kev. I really do hope you get that shot." Chris almost sounded wistful.
Kevin shook Chris' hand. "You stay safe too. I hope you get all your data. See you." He headed off to his team. There was a driver and navigator with him.
The Jericho storm chase team was off to Wichita, Kansas. Would it be fun and relaxing or were the storms quickly approaching?