Because there wasn't any current weather to watch, Roman, Seth and Dean were in the ROW, with Roman at the wheel. Seth was in the office part of the ROW, shifting data from last night's storm. Hunter and Shawn were in their truck and Chris drove Adam in their Range Rover. .
Adam let out the occasional yawn. "Sorry, I'm not good company. I'm so tired. I think it all hit me at once. Chris, I actually saw a baby be born. It was the most wondrous thing I have ever seen. Women may not do anything for me sexually, but, I have a new found respect for them. Melissa had more strength and courage, that anyone I've ever seen."
Chris glanced over and laced the fingers of his right hand with the fingers of Adam's left. "I am envious that you got to be part of that. It's for people like baby Steve that we're doing what we do, but, helping others is just as rewarding. I am so glad I got over my fears of helping people." He brought Adam's hand to his lips and kissed it.
Adam smiled. "I am too, but, I always knew it was in you. I don't mean to be sad here, but gosh I miss ma and poppa Ted. I wonder if they are dancing in Heaven?" He smiled softly at the thought.
Chris laughed softly. "I am sure they are. Cancer is a vile, evil thing. It took them both so fast, but I guess it was better than suffering. Tell you what, when we go dancing, we will have a dance for them." He too smiled softly. They had gotten through the loss of their parents, within weeks of each other, with a lot of help from Shawn, Hunter, God and each other.
In the Scout truck, Hunter smiled. Shawn was so sound asleep, he snored, which was rare for him. Hunter's heart burst with love for his little Copperhead. Running into Shawn had been the best day of his life. They had been through so much together. Hunter couldn't even start to imagine a life without Shawn.
In the ROW, Roman was intent on the road. Seth and Dean knew not to bother Roman while driving, so usually they talked to each other. That was why Dean sat in Chris' chair next to Seth in the office on wheels.
"God, Baby, you're so smart. I barely know how to play Solitaire on my computer." Dean watched with awe as Seth's fingers danced on the keyboard and things changed on the computer screen.
Seth laughed and pushed his glassed up on his nose. "Don't give me that. You can do things with a camera that I wouldn't have a clue about. You edit pictures and videos like an artist. You are also a brilliant writer. We all have our talents. And, may I ask, who's had a perfect four point o grade average for the last four years? And graduated University in the top ten of the Dean's List?" He looked at Dean, brow arched.
Dean looked sheepish. "I did it again, didn't I, Baby? I'm sorry. I promise, no more feeling down on myself. I guess it's because I'm so tired. Now, did any of our video get any good data last night?"
Seth leaned over and gave Dean a kiss. "Not a lot, but some of the FLIR was interesting. You and Adam did get some great video of the tornado lit up by lightening. Bet you could isolate some good pictures. Wanna look? I can speed up to the cool shots." He wanted Dean to feel better. Dean was always hardest on himself.
Dean grinned. "If your other work is done, sure. I'd love to see what it looks like on film."
"Yep, I am done. I just have to press save..." He pushed the button. In a few seconds, the data was saved. Seth pulled out the disc, labeled it and stored it in a jewel case, "...that reminds me. I need another box of jewel cases and another one of discs." Seth made a note, then pushed another button that brought up Dean's video from last night.
By the time they arrived at the motel, Dean had several isolated video pictures to show Adam. There were some really cool ones of the back lit tornado.
Hunter went to check them in. As treasurer of the group, it was his job. He was very pleased with three adjoining rooms, on the corner. Hunter was also pleased that the rooms not only opened to the outside, but had a poolside door as well. Shawn had picked a good place. The motel even gave them a discount because of their affiliation with the University of Oklahoma.
"Oh Shawn, you out did yourself with this one. I hope the storms last a week!" Adam exclaimed as he flopped down on the extra long, king sized bed in his and Chris' corner room.
All the rooms had a huge king sized bed, a love seat sitting area, a desk with a lot of work space and high speed internet. The rooms also had a fully stocked coffee and tea service, large microwave and a good sized mini fridge. The bathrooms had full sized Jacuzzi tubs plus a shower. All the colors were warm and inviting.
Shawn laughed. "Glad you like it. It was all redecorated a few months ago. It is getting harder and harder to find good motels, especially chain owned. Gonna hit the pool, I am ready to relax." Shawn walked from the Jericho's room, the boy's room to their room. He was happy.
Adam chuckled as Shawn practically ran to change for the pool. Dean stuck his head into Adam's room. "Can I show you something, or do you want to relax?" Dean asked his mentor with a hope filled look.
"Sure, as long as I don't have to get up." Adam spoke with another laugh.
Dean smiled. He got his computer and sat at the foot of Adam and Chris' bed. He turned the laptop to face Adam. He pulled up the page of isolated pictures.
Adam was instantly drawn in. He slid on his belly to get a better view. Soon he and Dean were lost in putting together a package for Shane at the magazine and another for Michael Cole.
Chris had gone for a long soak in the tub. The whirling water was so relaxing. He almost fell asleep but managed to stay awake.
Hunter and Shawn relaxed in the wonderful heated, indoor pool. Roman worked out in the gym, and Seth had a ball playing pinball at the arcade.
When Chris came out of the bathroom, he chuckled softly. Adam was on the phone arguing with Cole over the video he was trying to sell.
"Yes, I know, but getting a night tornado on film is rare. If you don't want it, Shane does. Then no one else can use it… no… thirty… both of us… okay… twenty seven but that's it, no lower and we both get chyron credit… agreed… both accounts. Thanks Michael, pleasure as always… probably a couple of days… you too, bye." Adam ended the call with a smirk.
"So, what's the deal?" Chris asked as he sat on the bed with Adam and Dean.
Adam laughed. "Twenty seven percent over premium. Both of us get screen credit. What he doesn't know is, I would have been thrilled with twenty. Dean, money will be in our accounts within the hour. Let me know if there is any problem. Now, I want to go to the pool." Adam got up. He found his board shorts and went to the bathroom to change.
Dean laughed. "He is amazing. Well, I'm going to find Roman and Seth. Have a good time. We'll do our own thing for dinner."
"Okay, Dean. You have fun too. We have earned this. Meeting in the morning as usual." Chris gave Dean a pat on the back. Dean went to their room and closed the adjoining door.
Chris changed into his own board shorts just as Adam came out of the bathroom, ready to swim. Chris scooped Adam up, and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and went out the poolside door. It made Adam giggle, but he really didn't mind, too much.
Dean, Roman and Seth were having another diving contest, with the Helmsley's as judges. Hunter did a fantastic imitation of "Simon" the evil judge and Shawn was the "kind" judge.
Roman was on the board to dive, when he saw Chris jump into the water with Adam over his shoulder. When Adam surfaced, he looked like a drowned rat. Everyone laughed, even Adam.
"What was that? We have no time for soggy rats! This is America's Got Divers, not America's Got Drowned Rats! Get outta my pool!" Hunter spoke in a very bad imitation of a British accent.
Adam laughed so hard he couldn't speak, but he tried. "Oh… Hunter..." He gave up trying to say anything and swam to the shallow end of the pool so Roman could dive. Chris followed his happy husband.
Roman did a near perfect swan dive with a barely there splash. Dean and Seth cheered like high school students at a pep rally.
"Wow, he is really good. That was an Olympic quality performance." Chris was really impressed with Roman's dive.
Adam clung to Chris, his legs around Chris' waist, arms draped over his shoulders. "Yes, he is very good. I was really worried about having students along with us, but now, I couldn't imagine them not being here. Dean has taken a lot of pressure off my shoulders. Seth has for you as well. Roman is also great for Hunter. Not that Randy could be replaced, but Roman helps fill in that gap for Hunt."
Chris wrapped his arms around Adam's legs. "Well, once I pulled my head out and stopped feeling like Seth was a threat. But yeah, he really has lifted a lot from my shoulders. Even if ROW gets pulled, they still have a place on the team." He squeezed Adam's legs gently.
"They won't pull ROW. Two and half weeks in and we have already collected nearly an entire season's worth of data. You know… that tub in our bathroom is big enough for two… and I have those candles you like. No one will even notice we are gone." Adam spoke in Chris' ear. His breath was hot, his tone seductive.
Chris glanced towards the others. They were too involved in the diving to notice anything else. "Let's go." He went to the stairs, Adam still wrapped around him.
Half an hour later, Roman, Seth, Dean, Shawn and Hunter got out of the pool. Shawn looked for Chris and Adam but noticed they were gone.
"Well, I guess it's just us five for dinner. We'll meet you in our room in an hour." Hunter helped Shawn up the pool steps. He was always fearful of Shawn accidentally hurting his back.
Roman nodded. "Sounds good. Let's go guys." He led Dean and Seth out of the pool and went to their room.
In the Jericho's room, Adam and Chris painted heavily. Adam had ridden Chris' cock as the waters of the Jacuzzi swirled around them. Chris finally pulled the plug to let the water drain. He helped Adam to his feet. They proceeded to shower so they could wash their hair and bodies. However, being Chris and Adam, they were soon again in the throes of passion.
Chris had Adam pinned to the shower wall. His cock pounded into Adam, and pulled and tugged on Adam's dick. Adam's hands were plastered to the wall to keep his knees from buckling underneath him.
Chris feasted on Adam's shoulders as he pistoned in and out of Adam like a finely oiled machine. Adam was lost as the hot water rained down on them. He could only moan and whimper as words failed him.
"You're so beautiful, Kitten." Chris growled low in Adam's ear. His mouth latched onto the "hot" spot behind Adam's left ear, at the same time his cock brushed Adam's prostate. It made Adam jump and the most lustful moan yet escaped over his lips.
Adam couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud groan, his cock erupted in Chris' hand. The water quickly washed away the milky remains.
Chris exploded deep inside Adam as the blond's muscles constricted with his own release. He gently pulled out of Adam and turned his husband to face him. He pressed Adam against the wall and kissed him like it was the last kiss they would ever share. It was filled with all the love he felt for his husband.
Adam wrapped himself around Chris and returned the kiss with the same, love filled feeling. It was romantic and magical.
"I love you, so damn much, Christopher Keith." Adam whispered over his husband's lips.
"No more than I love you, Adam Joseph." Chris also whispered. He gave Adam another soft, love filled kiss.
Thirty minutes later, a clean pair of Jericho's sat on their bed. Adam brushed his damp hair and looked at the stack of local delivery menus.
"Pizza and root beer?" Both Chris and Adam spoke at the same time. It made them laugh.
"Our first meal together, and our comfort meal ever since. You call. I'll load up Netflix and we can chill… oh, I didn't just say that did I? But, it really is relaxing." Adam laughed as he fired up his laptop as his computer's screen was a bit bigger to make it easier for photo and video editing.
It wasn't long before the pizza arrived along with four cans of root beer. Adam needed to go shopping with Shawn. Being out of root beer was not good.
Meanwhile, back in Guymon, Oklahoma, John Morrison had come up with a plan. He made sure he looked like a sex toy, and filled his eyes with tears. He sat AJ Styles down and confessed.
"AJ, I want you to know what really happened. Yes, I did dress up like Adam, and yes I forged his name. The one thing I did not do was buy a paintball ball gun disguised to be a real gun! I would never want to actually shoot someone! I didn't know it was real! I thought it was a paintball gun! I was set up for some reason, by that shady gun shop owner! Now the police can't find him. I am going to take the fall for someone else's crime! What am I going to do! I was just playing a prank! Help me, AJ. Please, help me!" JoMo's tears flowed like rain.
AJ Styles pulled JoMo into his arms. "It will be alright, my pet. Why didn't you tell the Sergeant that to begin with? It would have so much better to have been truthful from the start. I will do what I can to help. I am not about to lose you now."
JoMo sniffed, he clung to AJ. Styles couldn't see the smirk on JoMo's lips. The smirk quickly vanished as JoMo spoke. "I was scared that the cops wouldn't believe me. I know how stupid that was. I never thought that a stupid prank revenge could go so wrong. Thank you for standing by me, baby. You mean so much to me now." He gave AJ a tear tainted kiss, but in his mind, he kissed his beloved Drew, not some ego driven storm chaser.
AJ cuddled JoMo close. "It's alright, my pet. Once we explain it, the Sergeant will understand. Then we can head to Kansas, and I can out chase Jericho and make a ton of money. Then I will spoil you rotten. You've been through enough, while Jericho and his team take all the glory. We will talk to the Sergeant in the morning. It will look better for you, if we go to him. I will tell him what an egomaniac Jericho is. I promise, it will be alright." He gave JoMo a soft kiss and held him close.
JoMo sniffed. "Thanks, AJ. It's good to know I can count on you. I know you can convince the Sergeant that I'm the victim here. Let me thank you properly, baby." He pushed AJ down on the bed. After pulling off AJ's jeans, JoMo began to give his protector a fantastic blow job. Would AJ be able to get JoMo out of trouble or would he only make it worse.
Thursday, May 19th dawned to a searing hot, cloudless day. The Wichita area was known for being prone to severe thunderstorms with hail and frequent lightening. The area was also at a high risk for tornadoes.
Since 1950, 233 tornadoes occurred in the Wichita area. The worst was an EF 5 in 1990. There were sixty injuries and one death. The area is a humid, subtropical climate zone, and is part of the broad Alluvial Plain of the Arkansas River Valley.
Some other interesting facts about Wichita include that is the home of the world famous Coleman Camping Gear, Mentholatum and being the birth place of Pizza Hut Restaurant. Sometimes, big things came from not so big places.
Hunter entered the Jericho's room after getting a copy of the morning edition of the Wichita Eagle. He still preferred to read a paper than read on a laptop.
"Wow, it is already ninety degrees, and the humidity must be close to a hundred percent. Heat advisories are out for Wichita and the surrounding areas. I'm forgetting golf, sorry Roman." Hunter sighed as he sat down on the Jericho's love seat with Shawn.
Roman nodded. "I don't feel like playing in heat and humidity like that. We can have putting practice in the game room here. More coffee anyone?" He asked as went to fill his own cup.
Dean, Adam and Hunter raised their cups. Roman filled them and was thanked as he sat back down. Chris and Seth were busy at their computers, forecasting. Adam looked through pictures for his yearly calendar. He had to have eighteen pictures, ready by the first of August, the last day of the season. Dean also sorted through pictures. He was in the midst of putting together an "audition" collection for WWE and Shane McMahon. Shawn and Hunter each read a section of the newspaper.
Seth still held Chris' skills in awe. The Doctor of Meteorology worked math in his head that Seth had to use a calculator for. A computer could never truly replace the human mind.
"Can I put out an idea?" Dean asked with a bit of trepidation in his voice. He still wasn't sure of himself.
Adam spoke quietly. "Of course, Padawan. You have fantastic ideas" He wanted to encourage Dean as much as he possibly could.
"Well, it might not be possible because of our ties with the University. But, why don't we go live on social media during a chase. Like on You Tube? If people actually see what we see, they might pay more attention. There are a lot of live stream chasers out there." Dean spit it out. He thought it would be one more thing they could do to help people.
"Dean, that is a fantastic idea. We could use the dash cam GoPros, then when you and Adam film from your cameras, I can easily make it live on You Tube. I think it would make people pay attention. Our reputation in the chase community would assure that people would watch. I can post it to our social media pages, an alert would go out immediately. What do you say, boss man?" Seth was enthusiastic. Social media was so important now. People paid attention to it.
Hunter weighed in. "People who are out and and about driving, on a body of water or other places can be alerted by cell phone. Dean, that's thinking outside the box, great idea." He reached over and ruffled Dean's hair.
Adam snickered. "Plus, it would drive Styles crazy. He has a lot of viewers on his live stream, but he gets a lot of negative comments, on his big mouth bragging. If we went live, we would steal his audience. They want serious talk about the storms, not an ego trip about how good Styles is." He loved the idea, and wondered why it hadn't occurred to them before. It just reinforced his love of the college students on the team.
Chris rubbed his chin. "Personally, I think it is a great idea, but, we are partially funded this season by the University. They might not like it. They don't see things like we do, such as social media. To them, it is just a form of advertising to entice students, not for actual news. Let me go make a call. I will do my best, but don't get your hopes up. I'd love to do it… and yeah partly to drive Styles-shit nuts, but mainly for the reasons stated. People out and about might not listen to a radio, but they will damn well pay attention to their cell phones. Hunter, may I go to your room to call?" Chris looked at the older man, brow arched.
Hunter and Shawn both nodded. Shawn spoke. "Remember, Chris. More flies with honey. Also, really impress the fact how much people depend on social media for their news and alerts. Good luck." He nodded toward their room.
Chris got up and went to the Helmsley's room to call the University. Dean looked after Chris with anxious eyes. Now he hoped he wouldn't be in trouble with the University.
Shawn saw the worry on Dean's face, but so did Roman. Roman went to Dean and hugged him. "It's a great idea, D. The University won't come down on you. Doctor Jericho won't throw you under the bus. Also, if the University does say no, it doesn't mean you stop coming up with ideas. The University has a lot of legal issues to deal with. Besides, with the Dean of the Department behind you, you've got nothing to worry about." He gave Dean a gentle kiss.
Dean leaned into Roman. Seth joined his lovers. "I'd be lost without you two. Thanks for always picking me up. I love both of you, so fuckin' much." Dean kissed both Seth and Roman.
Adam, Shawn and Hunter made themselves busy and worked on a grocery list. They wanted the college students to have their private moment.
"Long list this time. We are out of everything, but that is good, nothing got wasted. We are even out of toothpaste and deodorant." Shawn chuckled as he looked at the long shopping list.
Roman joined the shopping conversation. "We will do the shopping. After all, we do most of the eating."
Shawn handed the list to Roman quicker than a flash of lightening. "Have at it. Just one thing, fill the coolers with ice before you go. Things will spoil fast in this heat. He'd better take the card, Hunt. I'm glad we added them to the account." Shawn nudged Hunter.
"Yep. Here you go, and have fun. If you see something we missed, pick it up, just don't go too crazy." Hunter handed Roman the gold colored credit card. It was the Jericho Storm Chase, Inc. company card.
Seth laughed. "No worries there, Roman is tight with money. We will go as soon as Chris comes back."
Chris was gone so long, Adam was about to go check on him. Just as Adam stood, Chris returned. The expression on his face was unreadable, and he sat with a sigh.
"Well, I had to talk to three people, including the Head of the Legal Department..." Chris paused to sip the cup of coffee Adam had brought him. He then continued.
"They all said…. It is a very good idea, but, there are some things we can not do. Number one, absolutely no foul language. Secondly there can be no interior shots of the ROW. That I can understand, we don't want someone like Styles to see our data programs. The last requirement the University stated was, the stream has to be free for everyone, for the length of the chase. If we agree, we have the go ahead to go live during a chase. They want it as serious as possible. I agreed and explained that was our intent. So, our next chase will go live on social media. Dean, the President of the University is proud of your idea. He loved the thought of giving people warnings, who might otherwise be caught off guard. Well done, future Doctor Ambrose." Chris clapped a shocked Dean on the back.
"Great job, D. Chris thank you for supporting the idea. It means a lot." Seth spoke with pride.
Dean gave Chris a sheepish grin. "Thank you. I just want people to see what we see and protect themselves. But oh boy, it will be hard not to curse." He knew his mouth.
Shawn laughed. "I could bring back the swear jar. One dollar per curse word."
Adam laughed even harder. "Remember when you brought out the jar and Hunter, Chris and Randy each put in a hundred dollars for credit. Don't worry, Dean, we all curse. We will just have to imagine we are doing live television news. You won't be able to curse when you go to work for the Weather Channel. We can do it. Now, go shopping, Chris needs root beer." He gave Dean a pat on the back.
Seth pulled Roman and Dean to the door. "Oh wait… are we driving the ROW? To Costco?"
Hunter pulled out the keys to the Scout truck out of his pocket. "No, drive the Scout. Don't forget to fill the coolers or Shawn will get you."
Roman caught the keys Hunter tossed. "Don't worry. Let's go. I wanna get back to the pool." He led his lovers out of the room and shut the door.
"Those are good kids. Randy would have really liked Roman. Anyway, I am going to the pool. Any handsome Preachers want to join me?" Hunter asked Shawn with a wink.
Shawn stood. "Yes, I do. You two coming?" He looked at Chris and Adam. He had hope in his eyes. Hunter was going through a bad "missing Randy" phase.
"We miss him too, guys. John as well. We just have to remember, it's what they wanted. John had to get away for his own sake, before his eating disorder returned. It is sad, but better for them. Yes, we will come to the pool." Adam spoke softly. He missed John very much. They had been as close as brothers.
Hunter sighed. "You're right, Adam. I guess I still hope Randy will get the help he needs. We all did all we could. John made the right decision for his own well-being. Sorry guys, I didn't mean to get maudlin. See you at the pool." He smiled warmly at the others.
Shawn hugged his husband. "Yes, we did all we could. Come on, I'll let you watch me change." He gave Hunter a wink and wiggled his butt as they walked to their room.
The Jericho's muffled their laughs as Hunter nearly ran after Shawn. "I think we may be alone at the pool. Come on, Kitten. Let's change. I really want to do some serious laps." He helped Adam up. They behaved and actually changed for swimming. Adam grabbed some towels and followed Chris out of the poolside door.
Chris and Adam were the only ones at the pool. A couple of guests were in the gym and a few kids were in the game room, but otherwise it was quiet.
Adam sat in a lounger and watched Chris. His husband dove into the pool and began to swim laps at a good pace. He thought Chris was a fantastic swimmer.
A bit later, a flushed Shawn joined Adam. He sat in a lounger next to the blond. Hunter dove into the water and joined Chris for a few laps.
Adam gave Shawn a saucy grin. "So um… Hunter feeling better now? Guess it took a while to find your swim trunks?" He was also saucy with his tone of voice.
Shawn flushed even more. "Um yeah. I forgot I washed them and hung them to dry in the bathroom." Shawn then turned serious. "Yes, he's feeling a bit better. Might as well tell you. Randy hasn't responded to any of Hunter's texts or emails for the last two months. Randy's phone goes to voice mail. Hunter finally sent a text to John last night, he responded this morning. John finally admitted that is in a relationship with a Doctor Dwayne Johnson and is very happy. John said Randy didn't take it very well, and cut him off completely. John said he can't worry about it any more, and that even though Brock was his fault, he did all he could for Randy. He said Randy can only help himself. John said he had to learn that for himself and so does Randy. He does know that Randy was still in Saint Louis, at least three weeks ago. John still talks to Randy's brother, Nathan, but that Nathan won't give him any personal information about Randy. Hunter feels like he let Randy down. But again, both John and I have told him he did all he could. Randy is Randy." He sighed deeply.
Adam frowned. "Well, I can say it now. John told me about the Doctor, but asked me not to say anything. He didn't want you and Hunter to be upset with him. John knew that you both hoped he and Randy would find their way back to each other. I told him you both only wanted him to happy, but, I respected his request. I didn't even tell Chris. I hope you understand." Adam looked at Shawn with guilt filled eyes.
Shawn reached over and laid a hand on Adam's arm. "Son, don't ever and I mean ever, feel guilty about respecting someone's request to keep a confidence. I have to do it all the time, and Hunter respects me for it, as Chris will for you. Look, I bet they are having the same conversation. I am glad Hunter and Chris are so close, it helps. Roman is helping Hunter too, and he golfs. Even Randy didn't golf with Hunt." He smiled and nodded to Hunter and Chris. They tread water and held on to the side of the pool in the deep end. They were in a whispered conversation.
Adam nodded with a smile. "Hunter was a huge help to him when Ted died. Like you were when ma died. Shawn, can we stop being depressed now?"
Shawn chuckled. "Yeah, we can. I have an idea. How about I pull out the Trivial Pursuit game, we can play against the college kids. Our four brains might balance out against their three."
"That sounds like fun, but, you know if Adam is on our team, we have to use the pink wheel." Chris teased as he and Hunter joined their husbands.
"It's my lucky color! Pink helps me think!" Adam stuck his tongue out playfully as Chris slid into the lounger with him.
The two couples laughed and talked about anything but the weather, Randy or John. When the college students returned, everyone helped sort out the groceries into the fridge in the ROW and the assorted coolers filled with plenty of fresh ice. Shawn praised the free ice from the motel ice machines.
Seth spoke. "Storms tomorrow, the radio said. You can see the front off to the southwest."
Chris climbed up on top of the ROW, so he could get an unobstructed view of the sky. The motel was surrounded by a line of tall, thick trees. Seth followed, never missing a chance to learn from Chris.
"Yep, you're right. Good eye, Seth. Not many would even notice those clouds. It's not moving fast. You can tell it's losing heat as it gets later. It will move in the morning; fast. Let's take a look. Roman, open the office please." Chris called out as he climbed down from the Row, Seth on his heels.
Roman unlocked the door of the ROW office and set the steps. "I'll fire up the engine, the generator could use a charge." He went to the driver's cockpit and started the engine. The engine had been especially designed to be quieter than a normal semi. It was important for hearing the radios. It also meant it didn't disturb a motel filled with guests.
"We'll go make sandwiches. Don't be too long, we are supposed to be resting." Adam gave Chris a kiss and a smile.
"Half an hour, I promise. I want to play Trivial Pursuit. Show these kids how smart we old farts can be." Chris returned Adam's kiss, then turned to his computer in the ROW.
Dean stayed outside with Roman and went over the ROW with a fine toothed comb. Dean added oil and window cleaner fluid. Roman checked the pressure in all fourteen tires. All but the front had double tires to take the weight of the radar unit. Roman also checked the four spare tires.
Dean and Roman did the same with Scout and Rover. Roman knew the vehicles would be in chase mode tomorrow. He wanted everything as safe as possible. When they finished, Dean and Roman took showers to wash off the grease and grime of their work.
Chris held to his word. After thirty minutes he shut down the ROW and put the generator back on. He and Seth went to the room.
Shawn, Hunter and Adam had made a pile of submarine sandwiches and put out a bowl of potato chips. Coffee, iced tea and different kinds of soda were also ready to be enjoyed.
Shawn had brought out the Trivial Pursuit game and set it up on the table. They ate their dinner as they played the game. It was the four elders against the three college students.
It was a very evenly matched game. It also proved that Dean was extremely smart. It came from all the time he'd spent in the library with the mother and daughter who had taken him in.
Both teams had full wheels in the center of the board. When Dean asked the question, Shawn quickly answered. The "adults" had won!
Seth laughed. "Of course, it had to be a question about the Bible. Well done, Shawn." He raised his glass of tea in toast.
Chris then spoke. "Early night, folks. Meeting at seven in the morning. I think tomorrow is going to be a long day. It may start before noon. So, get some rest."
By eleven pm, everyone was sound asleep. Tomorrow it was back to the chase.