At ten o'clock in the morning of Saturday, May 21st, the Jericho storm chase team was gathered, once again, in the Jericho's hotel room.
Chris and Seth worked on the next weather forecast, while the other team members worked on their own projects.
Hunter and Roman worked on the probes, to prepare them to be used again. Dean and Adam worked to put together a video package to sell. Adam knew it would be valuable. Shawn read through and answered some questions people had asked in the comment section of the live stream replay video. He only answered serious questions, and gave a "thumbs up" to nice comments. He was pleased that there were very few negative comments.
Everyone stopped when there was a loud knock on the hotel room door. Chris gave Hunter a nod. Both Hunter and Roman went to see who it was. Hunter relaxed when he looked through the "fish eye" in the door. He opened the door with a smile.
"Hey Big Kev, come on in." Hunter welcomed Kevin Nash into the room.
Kevin smiled. "Hey guys, sorry to bother you. I thought you might like to see the video, since you helped me get it. Of course, it's a bit grainy, IMAX film doesn't copy well, but, still..."
Everyone laughed at the speed at which Adam took the disc from Kevin's extended hand. The blond quickly saved his data, the put the disc into his laptop. He put it on the table so everyone could see the screen. When the disc loaded, Adam pushed play.
The seven men, plus their guest watched as the tornado approached, then went directly over the tank-like vehicle. It was an incredible and a once in a lifetime shot. They watched it four times before Adam stopped the disc.
Dean was the first to speak. "That was fuckin' amazing. What was it like in the tank?" He was totally awestruck.
Kevin chuckled. "Well, it was a bit… windy. Seriously though, as exciting as it was, I never, ever want to do it again. We were damn lucky. Three of our steel anchors twisted like melted wax, how they held us down, I'll never understand. Well, it doesn't matter, we got what we needed. My IMAX film is done, at least the filming, now I have to edit. Chris, I am going to give Jericho Storm Chase, Inc. credit during the narration of this shot. I couldn't have gotten the shot without you. I can never say thank you enough. I mean it, Chris, thank you." His chuckle turned serious as he spoke. He held out his hand to Chris. Kevin's eyes shone with emotion. His long, long project was finally finished.
Chris stood. He shook Kevin's hand and pulled him into a brotherly hug. "No need for the credit, Kev. It was all your hard work, along with Scott and Sean. I am proud for you. I can't wait to see the completed film. We will be at the premier."
Kevin smiled. "Yes, you will be be. You'll have seven tickets to the best seats in the theater. Well, I'd better get back, Scott and Sean are anxious to get started editing. Adam, we may call on you for some editing advice. After all, you're the best. Thank you again, all of you." More hugs and handshakes were exchanged.
Adam flushed a bit. "I'll be glad to help any way I can. Both Dean and I can help. it's a fantastic shot, Kevin. Thank you for sharing it with us. Love to Scott and Sean." He shook Kevin's hand again.
Kevin turned at the door. "Thanks again, guys. Stay safe. Call if you ever need anything." He left the hotel room with his priceless disc and a spring in his step.
Chris sat back down. "I think I'm a bit jealous. I wish I could have been in that tank..." His voice trailed off as he went back to his computer and forecast.
Adam understood his husband. "I don't blame you. However, after what happened to you nearly six years ago… I am glad you weren't. There is a huge difference between the tank and a Range Rover. Now, do we need to start packing." His hands rested on Chris' shoulders as he spoke.
Chris looked up at Adam. He saw the worry that Adam tried to hide. "Don't worry, babe. I won't ever take that kind of risk. Not sure just yet, but yeah probably. I'll let you know in an hour or so. Hunt, you and Roman check the vehicles as usual. I could use a cup of coffee, please Kitten?"
Adam gave his husband a soft peck on the lips. "Of course. Seth, coffee?" He looked at the young man next to Chris.
"Yes, please. Thanks." Seth responded with a smile. He too turned back to his computer to help Chris.
"Come on, Shawn. We've got scientists who need caffeine." Adam gave Shawn a nudge. Hunter, Roman and Dean went outside.
"We'll go to our room." Shawn led Adam through the adjoining rooms. He began to gather the things to make coffee.
Adam measured the coffee into the filter. "I'm alright, Shawn. I cried it out last night. Do you think it would be alright to send flowers to the funeral home?" He knew Shawn was worried about him.
Shawn chuckled as he inserted the filter and turned on the machine. Coffee soon began to flow. "You know me too well. I actually cried it out too. You also read my mind, about the flowers, a long with a donation to his favorite charity. The funeral home will have the information. I'll call in a bit and take care of it. Adam, thanks for always promoting Dean. He's changed so much in just three weeks. I do worry that something like yesterday will trigger a set back in him. Just keep being positive." As he spoke, the coffee finished.
Shawn filled four cups. He carried two as did Adam. Shawn gave a cup to Seth, then sat on the bed. Adam gave Chris a cup with a kiss and joined Shawn on the bed.
"Adam, I am going to make that call. Can you and Chris go to five hundred?" Shawn asked quietly as the two sat together and sipped their coffee.
Adam nodded. "Yes, that's fine. Chris, we're giving five hundred to a charity and flowers for Mike, okay?" He knew Chris wouldn't mind.
Chris smiled at Adam. "More than. Shawn, put the flowers on the company card from all of us." He gave the two men on the bed a wink.
"Adam, we will put in one hundred fifty, for the charity." Seth spoke up softly. He knew Roman and Dean would agree.
"Thanks, Seth. That is very kind of you." Shawn gave Seth a warm smile.
Seth flushed a bit. "Roman and Dean won't mind. It's the least we can do. I'll give you the money later." He turned back to his work.
Shawn stood. "No problem. I'll go take care of it. I'll bring back more coffee." He went back to his and Hunter's room to call about the flowers and donation.
Adam opened his computer and looked at some pictures. He was always thinking about his yearly calendar, and shots Shane might like for the different WWE publications. Sometimes, he also sold some very generic shots to photo stock companies for a one time price.
Chris leaned back and rolled his neck. Adam saw his Lion's discomfort. He stood behind Chris and began to massage Chris' neck and shoulders.
Chris let out a low moan. "That feels so good. Didn't realize how tense I was. What would you say to a few days in Dodge City? Some great photo ops, like Boot Hill and the old west downtown area. Storms are due there Monday or Tuesday. Better than hanging around here." He closed his eyes and relaxed under Adam's strong hands as they massaged his neck.
"That would be wonderful. We've gotten close to Dodge City, but to finally get there would be great. WWE is doing a special magazine on the old west next spring. Great opportunity for Dean there too. When can we leave?" Adam sounded excited as he thought of all the pictures he and Dean could take.
Chris laughed. "Later this afternoon. I thought you might like it..." He paused, Shawn came back into the room with the coffee pot. He filled their cups again, then sat down.
"All set. Mike's charity was one of those organizations that helps sick children have a dream wish. If we're going to Dodge City, I will make reservations. It's an older motel, but it has great reviews, clean rooms and an outdoor pool." Shawn updated the others on his phone call to the funeral home.
Chris nodded. "Sounds good. Shawn, I really do appreciate all the work you do in finding great places for us to stay. I know my phobia of staying on the ground floor is hard to work around."
Shawn smiled at Chris. "It's okay, Chris. If I'd nearly been caught in a hotel fire, I'd have the same phobia. I'm glad to do it. Well, I'll start packing up. We'll need to fill the coolers. I'll tell Hunter and the boys." He got up to get to work.
"I'll start our packing. I can't wait to get to Dodge City. Dean is going to love the photo ops." Adam was still filled with excitement about going some place new.
Three hours later, the Jericho storm chase team were headed down US 400 West. It would take them a little over two and a half hours to drive the 155 miles. It was a beautiful day for the drive.
In Guymon, Oklahoma, AJ Styles lay in a heap of sweaty sheets. He smiled as his little pet happily sang in the shower. They would soon be headed off, back to chasing storms. AJ was relieved, he needed to make money his little pet had expensive taste. As long as the great sex remained, AJ would pay anything to keep JoMo happy.
At the Guymon Police station, Detective Sargent Kyle Miller was on the phone. It was a call he didn't want to have to make. Officer Carrie Reynolds sat in a chair and listened. She too was filled with regret.
Sergeant Miller wrote as he spoke. "… Yes… I've got it… The Bel-Air Motel in Dodge City… yes, my next call…. It so happens my twin brother, Ken is a Detective Sergeant in Dodge City. I will fully inform him. He will come talk to you… I don't honestly know. Styles was very anxious to get back to storm chasing. He assured us that he and Morrison would stick together… no, we don't believe his story for one second… well, the bad thing is, Flair and Anderson have vanished and the lady at the sex store has the memory of a dead fish… we didn't have enough proof to lay any charges… my brother will do all he can to keep you all safe, but stay alert… yes, at least that red car is hard to miss… I'm sorry we couldn't charge him, but one slip and they will both be in prison… yes, Styles would be an accomplice now… he signed papers… I know this is probably pointless, but try not to worry, they haven't left town yet, but I am sure it won't be long… sounds like a good set up, just remember, that semi isn't the easiest vehicle to hide… thank you, Pastor Helmsley… yes, as soon as I finish this call… we will be in touch… you too, goodbye, Pastor."
Sergeant Miller ended his call with Shawn, and immediately called his twin brother in Dodge City. Officer Reynolds made sure all the case files were neatly laid out on the Sergeant's desk.
Shawn put his phone back in the pocket of his shirt. He and Hunter were alone in their truck as they drove toward Dodge City.
"Oh Hunter, what are we going to tell the others?" Shawn looked over at his husband. Shawn had put the Sergeant's call on speaker so Hunter also heard it.
Hunter sighed. "The truth. The Sergeant didn't sound to happy about having to let Morrison go. We've set up a good alarm system. Shawn, I am going to see what Chris thinks about hiring a private security officer to stay with the ROW."
Shawn spit into a paper cup. He occasionally chewed tobacco, especially when stressed. "He won't like it, you know that. If a chase happens, Chris will be distracted trying to keep the others safe. You stay with the ROW. Dean can drive Scout and Roman can drive Adam in Rover. I do agree, the ROW, Chris and Seth have to be protected. The rest of us can easily run, but the ROW is different, it takes a bit to get it ready to move. I also think we should stay together, no wandering off. Adam and Dean will just have company on their photo shoots." He emphasized his words with another spit into the cup.
Hunter wasn't fond of Shawn's tobacco habit, but he understood and accepted it. "Yes, you're right. I should have thought of that. Shawn… I want you to have a weapon." He was firm voiced.
Shawn spit out his wad of chew with a sigh. "As much as I hate it, I agree with you, but not a gun. A taser would be best. I could kill, if I had to, but no, I want a taser." Shawn was just as firm as his husband.
Hunter reached over and gave Shawn a pat on the leg. "I already thought of a taser. We will be there soon, better load the hotel direction into the GPS." He squeezed Shawn's knee with a smile.
While on the outside, the Bel-Air Motel looked like it was from the 1950's, the rooms were like new. They were the usual king rooms and even had a fridge and microwave.
Shawn had made the usual arrangement Chris and Adam on the end, the students in the middle, then their room. Shawn had also made sure their rooms were on the back side of the Motel. None of their vehicles would be seen from the busy road the Motel sat on.
Hunter had called for a meeting, so the seven storm chasers were gathered in the Jericho's room. They devoured pizza for dinner. Both Shawn and Hunter told the others about the phone call from Sergeant Miller.
"… so his brother, Detective Sergeant Ken Miller will be in contact with us. Look, we are safe for now, but we stay together, at all times. Dean, you and Adam will just have company on your photo shoot sessions. Hunter wants to put an idea to you." Shawn looked at Hunter with a nod.
Hunter swallowed his bite of food, then spoke. "At first I wanted to hire private security. Shawn reminded me of how big a distraction that would be. More people to worry about if a chase develops. So, I am going to stay with the ROW. Roman and Adam in Rover, Dean and Shawn in Scout. Roman and Shawn will be armed with tasers, which we need to buy. Chris, please don't argue with this. I know we have the alarms, but a pair of watching eyes is the best defense. I respect you as leader, but please, heed my plan." Hunter had never been as stern and serious as he was at the moment. It reflected on his face.
Both Roman and Dean absentmindedly moved closer to Seth. Chris also moved closer to Adam. The Jericho's looked at each other. They spoke without words.
Chris looked at Hunter. "Alright, Hunter. It is a good idea. Guess we will be going to a weapons shop." He gave Hunter a nod of respect.
Hunter's face relaxed in relief. "Thanks, Chris. Better to be safe than sorry. Look, we are safe for now. Roman, you and I will go get the tasers. Won't take long. The rest of you stay inside, no pool. Roman's let's go."
Roman stood. He looked at his two lovers. "Seth, mind Dean and stay here. Dean, look after our baby." He quickly kissed them both.
Hunter kissed Shawn, the quickly left with Roman. Adam sighed. "I can't believe Morrison got away with it. He must really have Styles under his thumb." He sighed again and reached for his camera case.
"Or on his dick. Well, figure out what you want to do tomorrow. Weather front won't move in till Monday or Tuesday. Just try not to let this… situation get in your heads. I trust Hunter to keep us safe." Chris spoke with confidence and a smile. As the leader, he had to lead, but as a husband, he worried for Adam.
Shawn stood. "Chris is right. If we let Morrison and Styles get into our heads, they win. We will be safe, but, staying together for now, is a good idea. Now, how about some coffee?"
Seth stood and gently pushed Shawn to sit. "You, sit. Dean and I will make the coffee. You are not our butler you know. Dean, come on." He smiled at Shawn and tugged at Dean's shirt sleeve.
Dean laughed. "Yes, Seth. He is right, Shawn. You are not the maid or butler… just our mom." He ducked as Shawn playfully tossed a small pillow at Dean. The two young men went to the coffee machine on the vanity counter and went to work.
In Guymon, Oklahoma, AJ Styles looked at his computer. JoMo sat on the bed and carefully folded his clothes and packed his bag. He smirked behind AJ's back. So far his plan worked, he just had to hang on a bit longer. If he got it right, AJ would be in jail for the murder of Chris Jericho, and then, JoMo would just vanish.
Without AJ knowing, JoMo had put just enough information in the cops ears. He made sure the cops knew AJ would keep him safe and under his thumb. Later, JoMo could say that AJ was just protecting him from Jericho. He would walk away scott free, while AJ held the smoking gun. John Morrison didn't feel one ounce of guilt.
When Roman and Hunter returned, they found Adam, Shawn and Seth playing a game of Scrabble, while Chris and Dean played the card game "War". Dean had the majority of the cards. Roman beamed with pride, Dean was like a different person.
Hunter and Roman sat on the bed. They talked quietly. Hunter gave Roman several tips on the best way to disarm with a taser. Hunter had taken an advanced personal security class, while Shawn finished up his nursing degree. He never really thought it would come in handy, but now he was glad he had done the course.
"Aim for the pectoral of his weapon hand. If you can't, then aim for his balls. That will cripple a man faster than anything. The nice thing about this type of taser is, it's wireless. The diodes don't need to be connected to the source. You can be further away. Cost twice as much, but it's worth it." Hunter quietly explained. He had paid good money to have the most advanced taser on the market. Most police departments didn't even have them yet.
"Ha! I won!" Dean teased as he won the last of Chris' cards.
Chris laughed. "Yes, you did. Well played, Dean. Haven't played that game in years. I forgot how much fun it is Now that those two are back, how about a few hands of poker. Real poker, not this Hold Em crap."
Roman looked at Hunter with a shrug. "I'm game if you are."
Hunter chuckled. "I'm in. I will try not to take all your milk money, boys."
"Hunter, be nice. Your limit is fifty and if you don't behave, it will be ten." Shawn spoke with a smirk as he laid down some letter tiles on the Scrabble board.
Hunter managed to look sheepish. "Yes, dear. By the way, I got those wireless tasers we looked up online." He held up one of the boxes that contained a taser.
"Sounds good. Easy for Roman and I to carry all the time. Adam, dear child, awesomesauce is not a real word!" Shawn exclaimed as he looked at the tiles Adam had added to Seth's word of "awesome."
Seth looked at Shawn. "Um… actually it is in the Oxford Dictionary. It was added last year..." He paused and pulled up the online version of the dictionary. The word was there.
"Well, I'll be buggered. It is a word. My apologies, Adam." Shawn conceded with a nod.
Adam flushed, then laughed. "I honestly didn't know it was an actual word. I just thought I could bluff it through. Imagine that." He felt a bit guilty for trying to bluff Shawn.
Shawn laughed as well. "Good thing Seth knew it was real. I would have made an official challenger, and lost points. So, where do you want to go tomorrow? Boot Hill?" He focused back on the game.
"Yes. The actual cemetery is long gone, but they recreated a section of it as part of the museum. It will still be good for the magazine, as it was a real place. It should be interesting enough to keep the rest of you from being bored while Dean and I work." Adam explained as he watched Seth play his tiles.
"Adam, why are there so many cemeteries named Boot Hill?" Seth asked as he drew three tiles.
"I can tell you." Dean spoke up as the turned to look at Seth.
"Go ahead, Padawan. Because I honestly don't know why. I never studied the old west very much." Adam spoke with a shrug. He had always been more interested in medieval times.
"Well, back then, a lot of gunslingers were killed, and often buried in the same cemetery. It comes from the phrase, he died with his boots on. So, that part of a cemetery became known as a Boot Heel. I loved reading about the wild west. I'm anxious to see the area. They do street shows and stuff. I hope we can take pictures of the gunfights." Dean sounded like an excited child as he spoke.
Roman's interest peaked. "So this like the Dodge City? I thought it was just something from fiction, you know like in Gunsmoke."
Dean shook his head. "Yes, this is the real home of men like, James, Virgil and Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, Bat Masterson and his brothers Ed and James. It got the name of Dodge Cit from Fort Dodge. It was a main supply town for the Santa Fe Trail. It was also part of the Great Western Cattle Trail, a branch of the Chisholm Trail. There really was a Long Branch Saloon. There was also the China Doll Brothel. They even had a bullfighting ring, where Mexican Matadors came to put on shows with local long horn bulls. It truly was the frontier town of the old west. Oh, and Dennis Hopper was born in Dodge City." He finished, a very slight flush on his cheeks. Dean hadn't meat to say so much.
Roman and Seth both smiled with pride. Dean never liked to show how much he really knew. Roman spoke.
"Thanks, Dean. I never knew the fact from the fiction. History wasn't my best subject. Now I am anxious to see the place." Roman gave Dean a wink. They went back to their card game. The Scrabble game also continued.
AJ Styles drove his red shoe-like car towards Dodge City, Kansas. JoMo watched as the scenery passed by, a smile on his lips.
"Everything points to Dodge City as the next storm area. Listen, I am still more than willing to help you prank blondie, but I have to chase. I gotta earn money. So think of a plan that won't get in the way of work. Okay, my precious pet?" AJ worried that JoMo would put the prank first, but, he needed money from chase videos.
JoMo knew he had to be careful, he needed AJ. He also needed time to plan the perfect set up. With a couple of days before any bad weather was expected, he had time.
JoMo reached over and laid his hand over AJ's crotch. "I understand, lover. I would never interfere with you doing your job. AJ, thanks for standing up for me. I really appreciate it. I know I'm not very smart, I always manage to screw things up. I need someone intelligent, like you, to keep my head above water. I'll make sure my prank doesn't get in the way of storms. I'll even navigate for you. Just… Drew… not too close." JoMo turned sad as he thought of his beloved Drew.
AJ shifted in his seat and gently removed Morrison's hand from his crotch. He kissed JoMo's fingertips. "Don't worry, I won't get too close. Don't put yourself down, my pet. You are very clever. I will help with your prank, we'll think of something. Now, cheer up, it's a beautiful day. We're headed for the wildest town in the old west." AJ spoke with encouragement. He hated to see his pet frown.
In Dodge City, the Jericho storm chase team froze in their places. Someone had knocked on the door. Who would be visiting at nine o'clock in the evening. Hunter moved to the door, Roman next to him.
There was no "fish eye" to look out of. "Who is it?" Hunter spoke in a deep commanding voice. He had his hand on his gun. Roman looked like a fierce bear, ready to attack.
"It's Detective Sergeant Ken Miller of the Dodge City Police Department. My brother, Kyle Miller, from the Guymon, Oklahoma Police Department sent me. I also have an officer with me." The voice was equally commanding.
Hunter cracked the door open. He saw the ID card and badge of the Detective. Hunter fully opened the door. The two law enforcement officers entered the hotel room.
Shawn smiled. "Sergeant Miller said you were his brother and his twin, but you are his mirror! I'm Pastor Shawn Helmsley, this is Hunter, my husband. Doctor Chris Jericho and husband, Adam. These are our University students, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins. Please, come in and sit down. Would you like some coffee or perhaps a cold drink?" He took charge, as he had been the one to talk to Sergeant Miller in Oklahoma.
Detective Miller chuckled as he sat down at the small, round table. "This is my aide, Officer Beth Phillips. Thank you, coffee would be wonderful. It's nice to meet all of you. I must admit, I am very aware of who you are. You're work is fantastic. I am also glad you decided to live stream your chases."
Dean and Seth made a fresh pot of coffee as Adam and Shawn cleared up the Scrabble game Officer Phillips sat down Chris' chair when the Doctor of Meteorology moved to sit on the bed. Roman stood by the door and, Hunter sat at the table as well. When everyone was settled, Chris spoke.
"We decided people might heed the warnings better if they could actually see the storms. Thanks for watching, we need all the support we can get." There was a bit of tension in Chris' voice. He wanted to know what the police intended to do about Styles and Morrison.
The Detective picked up on Chris' tension. "Well, to business. My brother is not a happy man. He knows Morrison is guilty, but, without any real evidence, he couldn't hold him. Trust me, we get just as frustrated with legal red tape..." He paused as Seth and Dean served the coffee. Seth also set out a plate of cookies, taken from the snack box.
Adam sighed. "Morrison must be a really good liar. He said it was a college frat prank. We never went to college together, nor was I in a fraternity. It is revenge though, revenge for Drew's death. I should have… he was so kind and understanding at Drew's memorial service. It's been almost six years. I'll be honest Detective Miller, he scares me. If he's been planning for five years, he won't stop now. Chris is in danger." He was honest as he spoke. The thought of any harm to Chris scared the life out of him.
The Detective nodded. "Yes, I am fully aware of everything. That's why I am here so late. I've been on the phone with my brother, and reading the files he faxed to me. I've come up with a plan, but..." He hesitated, unsure what the reaction would be.
Hunter perked up. "What kind of plan? I guess you could say, Roman and I are the security around here. By the way, you should know, I am currently armed, and I have all the permits. From tomorrow, Roman and Shawn will be armed with wireless tasers. Do you want to see my weapon and paper work?" He wanted to be totally open and honest.
Ken Miller grinned. "No, that won't be necessary. My brother faxed your permit and registration papers to me. I know you and your husband are also very proficient at the gun range. Tasers are a good idea. Just how far are you willing to go to get Morrison in custody? With charges that will stick."
Chris spoke up as the leader. "I am sure we would be willing to do anything to help. It makes it very hard to concentrate on our jobs when Morrison is in our thoughts. We need all eyes on the storms, not looking behind our backs for a sneak attack. But, I don't want any one in danger. I am responsible for my University students, and University equipment." He was stone faced and stern voiced as he spoke to the Detective.
Ken leveled his gaze at Chris. "I hate to put it this way, but, you are already in danger. My brother knows it wasn't a prank. Morrison wants revenge for McIntyre's death. He is really angry that he couldn't prove it. He is checking deeper into Morrison's past. I am very much like my brother, we are like starving dogs with bones who won't let go. I want to 'set up' Morrison." He made air quotes around the words, "set up."
"Detective Miller, what exactly is it you want us to do?" Shawn reinforced Chris' question. He had an idea of what the Sergeant wanted, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"I suppose you probably have a guess. I want to use you as bait, to draw Morrison out in the open. Force his hand, so to speak. I can say, you will be surrounded by officers, but there is an element of danger. Just know, whatever you decide, you will be under our watch." Sergeant Miller explained as openly and honestly as he could.
Chris made a "humph" sound. "I'm sorry, but you can't be around during a storm chase. I have enough to worry about without having to make sure civilians are safe. I don't like the idea of being an open target, but, I guess we are anyway. So, we might as well cooperate, but I will put it to a vote. Everyone on my team, speak up now. I want to know how you feel, and be totally honest. Roman?" He looked at the college student.
Roman looked over at his lovers. "As long as Dean and Seth are safe, I'll cooperate. Maybe we can do it tomorrow, during the photo shoot outing."
"I'm with Roman." Dean stated simply as he put an arm around Seth, who stood between himself and Roman.
Seth nodded. "Me too. I want that guy in jail."
Adam stood. "No way! What are you all thinking? It's not any of you Morrison wants to kill, it's Chris he wants. I will not stand by and let my husband be an open target for a crazy man. I nearly lost him five years ago, I am not about to go through that again. As a matter of fact, I've changed my mind about going out tomorrow. We will stay here, where Chris is safe!" The anger poured out of Adam like venom. His eyes sparked with the same anger.
Chris pulled Adam into his arms. "Calm down. I am going to be alright. You know I am a target, as long as Morrison is out there. It would better to lure him out, with the police, than isolated out in the ROW. Adam, if he has a high power rifle, no amount of alarms can stop him. You're not giving up you photo trip, you were so excited about it, so is Dean. You said Shane might even buy some of Dean's photos for the special magazine. Kitten, you are much braver than this. You out ran snipers in a war zone. Be my strong boy and agree to help Detective Miller. Please, baby?" Chris spoke softly, but his eyes blazed with love. He held Adam close.
"Chris is right, Adam. Even with me at the ROW, Morrison could still attack. You know in your heart the Sergeant is right." Hunter too spoke softly, but he was firm.
Shawn went over to Chris and Adam. He laid a hand on Adam's shoulder. "Son, you know this is the right thing to do. We will be safe. Do the right thing."
Adam let out a deep sigh. "Alright, we will do it the way the Sergeant wants it. I didn't think about him having a… let's just do it." He laid his head on Chris' shoulder.
Detective Sergeant Ken Miller nodded. "Good. Everyone gather round. I will show you the plan… for tomorrow… at Boot Hill."