By ten o'clock Thursday morning, the storm chasers were ready to face the day. Shawn, Adam, Seth and Dean cleaned out the coolers and checked the snack and supply boxes. By the time they finished, Shawn had a very long shopping list. They not only needed groceries, they needed paper plates, paper towels and things like laundry soap, dryer sheets, hygiene products and other small things.
Kenny Omega said it would be safe for Hunter and Shawn to go without him. However, he did call in to request and extra patrol to the Super Center where the shopping excursion would happen.
Kenny did go with Roman and Dean. Roman needed some things for the vehicles, like oil, brake fluid and window cleaner. Roman and Dean planned to spend the day prepping their small armada for the trip to Pampa, Texas.
Chris and Seth were tied to their computers to work out the forecast. Adam took the time to once again work on his yearly calendar. Often he changed his pictures and more than once, he wiped out all eighteen pictures and started over. He also had a surprise in the works for Dean. Adam thought Dean's pictures were good enough for the general weather calendar WWE published. He hoped to convince Shane to let Dean have at least two months, maybe even three. Adam felt Dean deserved the chance.
In the police occupied hotel room, Detective Sergeant Ken Miller was on the phone with his twin brother, Detective Sergeant Kyle Miller. Kyle and his aide, Officer Carrie Reynolds were already in Dodge City. They were at the police station to change into their disguises.
At the hotel across the street, AJ Styles tired to concentrate on his forecast. He had a hard time though. As he listened to JoMo in the shower, AJ felt… used, dirty and degraded, at least to a degree.
AJ knew he'd done the job he needed to do. JoMo was happy and relaxed. AJ had finally convinced the sly criminal that he would get him safely to Pampa, Texas. Once there, the would decide their next step. AJ had even gone so fart as to say the could elope to Las Vegas. JoMo had actually thought about the idea. At least with AJ around, he would be protected.
AJ now had another problem to worry about. He was supposed to meet with Sergeant Miller at one o'clock. He'd thought of an excuse; getting the oil changed and a complete service of his car. That would give him an hour, or maybe two. AJ knew the hard part would be convincing JoMo to stay at the hotel. Morrison had vowed to stick to AJ like glue. It made him feel safe. AJ knew there was one thing he could use, Morrison's fear of being caught.
When he heard the shower turn off, AJ quickly went back to his forecast. He had to act as normal as possible. He managed a brilliant, besotted smile when JoMo came into the room wearing only a towel around his waist. Morrison knew he had to keep AJ focused on his body and what he could do with it. JoMo hoped Drew would understand, after all, this was all for him.
AJ smiled when JoMo dropped the towel and slid into a barely there thong and silk robe. "You look beautiful, my little pet. I'm so glad you're back with me. There is something I need to tell you. I have to take the car for maintenance at one, oil change and all that stuff. I want the car to run like a top. I want you to stay here and wait for me." AJ could see Morrison was about to protest. He hoped he could convince the criminal to stay put.
JoMo gave his best pout. "I want to go with you. I don't feel safe staying here without you." He managed to get tears in his eyes without resorting to poking them.
AJ got up, went to the bed and pulled Morrison into his arms. "But pet, if the cops are looking for you, they might decide to follow me. I want you here, safe and sound. The cops won't come here. They don't want me, but if I suddenly have a passenger, they might get curious. I promise, if you stay here, you will be safe. I have to take care of the car so we get to Pampa safely. Tell you what, if you promise to stay where, I will bring you a nice present, from the sexy store." AJ held Morrison close and spoke with sincerity.
JoMo sniffed. "An expensive surprise? And Chinese takeaway? I guess you are right, they are looking for me. How long will you be gone?" He knew in his heart AJ was right, but he didn't like it.
AJ held tight to JoMo and kissed the top of the brunette head. "Two maybe three hours. Depends on how long the car takes and what needs to be done. Then shopping and Chinese food." AJ again hoped he was convincing.
JoMo sighed. "I'll be scared the whole time you're gone. When I was hiding, I barely slept. Maybe I will try to take a nap. I am safer here than in that abandoned house. Promise me, lover, you will come back. This isn't a trick is it?" He made sure to snuggle up against AJ to keep the man under his charm.
AJ held tight to JoMo. "No, my precious pet. I would never do that to you. Hurts that you would even think that. You do just that, sweetheart, take a nice beauty rest. You will need it for later. After all, I am going to the sexy store. I'll need a demonstration. Now, tell me what you want to eat." He gave JoMo a passion filled kiss, even though it made AJ want to vomit.
Officers Carrie Reynolds and Beth Phillips smiled as they watched their respective bosses embrace in a brotherly hug. Despite the fact they were heavily disguised, their twin-ship could not be hidden. Ken still wore his bald look, but Kyle was dressed liked he'd stepped out of a 1970's hippie commune.
Kyle had long, waist length sandy blond hair, with a beard to shame a mountain man. He also had a ruddy complexion and wore round framed glasses.
Kyle's aide, Carrie Reynolds was also dressed like a hippie. She had long, mouse brown hair and the same round framed glasses. Both wore jeans and flannel shirts. The old van they drove advertised the fact that they grew organic vegetables that they sold by the side of the road. So, their disguises made sense. A couple that lived "naturally."
Carrie and Beth were instant friends, and happily chatted as they waited for a fresh pot of coffee to brew. The brothers were already in deep conversation about Morrison.
"...we are meeting Styles at one. It sounds like he's convinced Morrison to stay in their hotel room. We've tapped the in room phone, got a trace on his cell phone, and we are watching him. Morrison is damn sneaky, a master of disguise and also a master of parkour. That's how he managed to escape in the first place. Took us by surprise; once. Beth and Carrie will stay here and monitor Styles and the bug in the room, even Styles doesn't know about it. It's amazing how tiny yet incredible today's listening devices are. It's hidden under the wall plate of the lamp over the bed. We can hear, even from the bathroom." Ken finished explaining the basics for his brother.
"Sounds like you've done a great job. Are we going to be able to hear him on the road?" Kyle asked as Carrie handed him a cup of coffee.
It was Beth who spoke up. "Yes, sir. That's what you will do when you meet up with Styles at one. Sarge is gonna put a tracker on that car of Styles' and another bug in the car. Something else Styles won't know about." She gave Kyle a wink.
Kyle chuckled. "I should have known. What Styles doesn't know won't hurt him. He seemed like a sincere enough guy, even if his ego is bigger than his head. He honestly believed that Morrison was innocent. I brought the paintball gun. I want to compare it to the one you have. He must have bought two of them. I can't figure why Styles didn't twig to it. Styles knew we kept the gun. I guess the man really was under Morrison's seductive skills. Are you sure he won't fall under them again?" Kyle pulled his long hair into a pony tail to keep it out of the way.
Ken laughed at his twin. "That's why I went bald. I had long hair last time. I really do believe Styles won't fall under Morrison's charms again. Is meeting up with the Jericho team at six okay with you?" He looked at his brother, brow arched.
Kyle nodded. "Sure. It will be nice to see them again. Where are we meeting Styles?"
"At a truck stop on the west side. We have friends there." Ken gave Kyle a knowing smirk.
Kyle returned the smirk. "Yes, we have a place like that in Guymon. Anything we need to do first?" He'd picked up the pile of notes his brother had written and began to read.
"Just going to arrange things with Jericho. Keep reading. I want you well versed in Morrisonology." Ken pulled out his special cell phone, and called Kenny Omega.
The Jericho team were enjoying the fried chicken Shawn and Hunter had brought from their shopping trip, when Kenny's cell phone rang. After a brief conversation with the caller, Kenny Omega held his cell phone out so the seven men could listen.
"...so after we set things up with Styles, we want to meet with you. Would six be alright? I'll even bring dinner." Detective Sargent Ken Miller's voice was on the other end of the phone.
Chris spoke for his group. "Sure thing, Sergeant Miller. As long as you don't bring fried chicken." Chris laughed a bit, and took another bite of said food.
Ken Miller laughed. "No fried chicken, got it. Thanks, Chris. Hopefully, this will all be over soon. Not many would be so cooperative, and we all appreciate it. See you at six. We have another meeting to get to now. Kenny, stay alert." The call ended with an abrupt "click."
Kenny filled the others in on the first part of the call, before he'd put it on speaker. "The Sarge's brother is here. The reason for the meeting with Styles is to bug his car. Only Styles won't know that. They will use a tracking dot and have a listening device in the car. The Sarge trusts Styles, but only so far. There is always the chance he will fall under Morrison's charms again. Also, though highly unlikely, Morrison could, somehow, take over the car and vanish. Sarge wants to be prepared for any possible scenario. He isn't going to get away this time." Kenny ended with a shrug.
Hunter gave a low whistle. "I have to hand it to Ken, he is one smart man. The thought of Morrison taking over the red shoe never even crossed my mind. I guess AJ could be in real danger. Especially if Morrison discovers AJ is cooperating with the police. I almost feel sorry for the little bastard." He took a bite of his food.
Shawn rolled his eyes at his husband. "Hunt, don't call AJ that. I have a feeling AJ Styles isn't the same person after all this. Sounds like he is risking his life. You ought to understand. We are under the same threat you know. We need AJ, like it or not. He deserves our prayers. Now, Adam, after lunch can you help me pack the boxes with the supplies we picked up. Hunter, Roman and Dean will be working on the cars, while Seth and Chris do their forecasting. That leaves you to help me." Shawn knew Adam hating sorting out the supplies, but it was a two man job.
Adam nodded, and swallowed his bite of food. "Yeah, I'll help. I will be a good boy." He gave Shawn a wink and took another bite.
"I'll fill the coolers for you. I'd like an excuse to go in and out. Help the K nine team keep an eye on Hunter, Roman and Dean. No call to really worry. Morrison's move will come in Pampa." Kenny spoke frankly. It was always better to be over cautious than under.
Shawn smiled at Kenny. "Would you mind to give the coolers a bit of a scrub? The store gave us some ice and Styrofoam coolers, so we have time to give ours a good clean. I already put the milk in the ROW's mini fridge."
"Don't mind, I'm happy to help. After all, I do eat the food too. Are you sure I don't need to pay for my share? I can afford it, and I as I said, I do eat it." Kenny had tried to give Hunter fifty dollars to pay for his share, but Hunter had refused.
Chris responded. "Nope, you're part of the team. The company pays. And, thanks to the work of Adam and Dean, we will never have to starve."
"Well, I appreciate it. But if the need does arise, don't hesitate to ask." Kenny stated firmly as he took his last bite of lunch.
"Thanks Kenny. As much as we want Morrison caught, it will mean saying goodbye to you. In a very short amount of time, you have become one of the family. I will say, anytime during a chase season, if you have time off, come find us. We could always use another pair of eyes. More than that, it would be great to have you as a friend." Chris was sincere. He didn't ask just anyone to join them during the season. His dad was the last one that Chris had invited to join them.
"Thank you, Chris. I know you just don't invite people to join you. It is an honor. I'm sure I can find a week or two next June. With Kota gone during the summers, it would be nice to spend some time with you guys. You've become like brothers to me." Kenny had a warm smile on his face, he was truly touched and honored.
The Jericho team settled into their work of preparing for the next chase. The only thing Seth didn't like was that he wasn't able to watch his men get dirty, sweaty and greasy as they worked on the vehicles. A sweaty Roman and a grease stained Dean were so fucking hot to look at.
In the hotel across the street, AJ tucked JoMo into the bed for a nap, then gave him a kiss. "I will be back as soon as I can. You will have a surprise and some food. You will be safe, I swear it. I… love you, my precious pet. I will let no harm come to you." AJ kissed JoMo again. The words he spoke cut his tongue like razors and the taste of JoMo on his lips was like bitter bile. However, he managed to hide those feelings from Morrison.
JoMo smiled at AJ. "I… love you, too. I know I will be safe. Bring a pretty..." He spoke with a tired yawn. John really did need to sleep, before his mind lost its keen edge. He knew he was safe.
AJ was satisfied he'd convinced Morrison all was normal. He grabbed his car keys and headed off for his meeting with Sergeant Miller. Styles couldn't wait for all this to come to an end. Hopefully, in Pampa, Texas.
Styles jumped into his red shoe car. He headed for the truck stop Miller had told him about. At least part of his story to Morrison was true. The mechanic at the truck stop was going to do the pre-chase maintenance on his car.
Detective Sergeants Ken and Kyle Miller also left for the truck stop. They went in the old van Kyle had driven from Guymon. Officers Carrie Reynolds and Beth Phillips stayed behind. They would monitor the hotel room where Morrison slept.
With Kenny Omega's help, it didn't take Shawn and Adam long to sort and pack boxes and coolers. They had a good time just chatting as they worked.
Adam looked at the two left over boxes that normally held their paper plates, plastic silverware, napkins and paper towels. Kenny had packed the same amount of supplies in one box. Adam was amazed.
"Kenny, how in the hell did you do that? I thought Shawn could pack, but… I'm..." Adam threw up his hands, he was actually speechless.
Shawn was equally impressed. "What will we do when you leave? I will never be able to repack like this!" He looked at Kenny, his brow highly arched, hands on his hips.
Kenny chuckled. "I learned from Kota. It's part of his culture. They learn how to store things in very small living spaces. He packs three months worth of clothes, shoes and a shower kit in a carry on sized bag. I'll show you how, don't worry." He gave Shawn a pat on the back.
Adam guffawed. "I should have thought of that. In that capsule hotel I stayed, I saw a guy unpack a full suit, shoes and toiletries from his brief case! I really hope we can meet Kota. He could help me with my Koi pond. You said he was good with them, but I can never get mine right. It always feels… off." Adam recalled Kenny telling him about the Koi pond Kota had made for their house.
"Bet you don't have a pagoda in the rock garden area, or a bridge across the pond." Kenny knew what Adam meant. He continued. "Kota's father was a Koi master. He tended ponds all over Japan. Kota told me, his father even had a pet Koi fish that would eat out of his hand." Kenny smiled with pride as he thought of his dear husband.
Adam grinned. "That's it! That's what's missing! You're exactly right. Now I know we have to meet Kota. Maybe you guys could come visit us in Norman, on a long weekend."
"We would be happy to come visit. I'll trade contact information with you. I can't wait to see this backyard you've talked about." Kenny smiled and made a pot of coffee in the hotel machine.
Kenny, Shawn and Adam continued to chat quietly as Chris and Seth continued to work on their forecast for the chase. Hunter had left the auto work to Roman and Dean. He was now out at the Range Rover and checked the probe launcher. Then he was going to start work on the probes that needed some repairs. While all was peaceful and quiet with the storm chasers, trouble hung in the atmosphere, like something waited to drop.
Promptly at six pm, there was a coded knock on the door of the Jericho's hotel room. Kenny opened the door with one hand on his weapon. He relaxed, it was his boss and his brother. Their aides were also with them. Ken and Kyle Miller carried three extra large pizza boxes each. Beth and Carrie each had two six packs of canned root beer.
"I hope six extra large, double double pizzas are enough!" Ken exclaimed as he and his brother put down the six pizza boxes.
Hunter laughed. "If not, it should be. What do we owe you?" He spoke as the groups treasurer.
"Not a cent, it's on the department. So, help yourselves. When we're settled, I'll fill you in on Styles and Morrison." Ken opened the first pizza box as an invitation to the others.
As everyone got pizza and a drink, they happily greeted Kyle Miller and Carrie Reynolds. It was good to see them both again.
Kenny sat on the floor in front of the door. "Who's minding the bug shop?"
"Smith and Brown. They have been helping with the paper search on Morrison. So, they will know what to listen for." Ken Miller answered, then took a bite of pizza.
Kenny nodded. "Good team." He took his own bite of food.
"Well… I guess we can't put this off..." Ken put down his plate and pulled a stack of papers out of the briefcase he'd carried in with the pizzas.
Ken looked at the storm chasers. "First of all, I want you to know we have done all we can to make sure Styles, or more so, Morrison doesn't get out from under our thumb. We have a tracking dot on the red shoe. We also have a bug in the car, so we will be able to listen to them…." Ken was halted by Adam.
"Excuse me, Sergeant, but what if they remove the tracking dot and bug? They could just vanish again." Adam was still very nervous about the whole thing.
Ken smile at Adam. "You can't remove what you don't know about. See, we met Styles at a truck stop. He put his car in for service. While we spoke with Styles, we bugged and tracked the car. Styles has no clue we did that. So, you don't have to worry. Adam, my brother and I would never have entertained this idea if we weren't sure we could keep you as safe as possible. Adam, you know, no matter what precautions we take, there is still a slight, I mean very slight risk that Morrison could get away from us. I have never lied about this type of situation, and I won't start now. This is your last chance, if you want to back out. We will have no hard feelings. Kyle and I know what we are asking of you; all of you. Just decide now, because tomorrow we start with no stopping." Kenny was firm, but his face showed kindness, especially for Adam.
Everyone looked at Adam. They all left it up to him. It was Adam's husband who was at the most risk. The all knew it really wasn't their decision to make.
Adam looked at his "family". He knew they would abide by his wishes. Adam shook his head. "No. We've gone this far, I won't stop now. I may not like it, but it has to be. I trust you and your brother, Sergeant Miller. I also trust Officer Omega. I trust Officer Reynolds and Officer Phillips too. So, I won't interrupt any further." Adam pushed away his plate and leaned against Chris.
Chris put his arm around his husband. He kissed Adam's temple. "I'm very proud of you, my pretty Kitty." He gave Adam a soft smile.
"Thanks, Adam. We will do our damnedest to make sure we keep that trust. Now, this is the plan..." Ken pulled out a map to go with the papers.
He unfolded the map and laid it out on the table. There were two routes highlighted in neon yellow. Hunter made his own notes as the groups navigator.
Ken pointed to the route marked "1". "We want you to take this route. It is the quickest and most direct, like Styles would expect, as well as Morrison. As we know, Morrison is much smarter than he lets on. Beth and I will also take this route. Kyle and Carrie will follow Styles and Morrison in case they take the second route. We instructed Styles to also take route one, but, to not make too much fuss if Morrison insists on route two."
Dean spoke up. "It's what I would do. I'd figure the cops would be watching the first route. I'll bet dimes to donuts, Morrishit will demand to take the second route." He looked up from the map and looked Sergeant Ken Miller in the eye.
Ken smiled. "Still say you'd make a great Detective, Dean. That's why both routes are fully covered. Shawn, you made reservations at the Ranch House Motel?" He looked at the preacher, brow arched.
Shawn pulled out his travel notebook. He flipped a few pages. "Yes. It was the best I could do. What worries me, the rooms don't adjoin. We got three together though." He hated that, but none of the motels in the area had adjoining rooms. Pampa was a small town with very few choices.
It was Kyle Miller that spoke. "It isn't a problem. Kenny will guard the Jericho's and Carrie and Beth will guard the college students and Helmsley's. Ken and I will be around as well. It will give Morrison a way to try something in a very controlled environment." Kyle spoke with the same confident authority as his twin.
Shawn nodded. "I'm relieved, thank you. I knew you would keep us safe, but I wasn't sure how without adjoining rooms. So you think Morrison will try at the hotel?" He wasn't sure what was going on.
Ken took over. "Actually, no. He will want it to be like before, out in the open. When you're isolated during a storm. We just want to give him the opportunity to think about attacking at the hotel. The thing about Morrison is, randomness. From what I have read, he plans things to a point. After that, he makes his final move at the last minute. There is a sly cleverness to that. If Morrison doesn't know what he is going to do, neither do we. That's why we have to work so hard to control all the situations we possibly can. Morrison has a world class criminal mind." Ken took a last bite of pizza, even though it had grown cold.
Beth and Carrie went to make a couple pots of coffee. Shawn and Seth filled a couple of plates with snack cakes and cookies. Dean, with Ken's approval, stepped out for a smoke. Roman understood and didn't object. Dean needed to decompress. The thought of Seth and Chris being attacked in the ROW again had gotten to Dean.
Across the street, AJ and JoMo polished off their Chinese takeaway. AJ had been pleased that upon his return from his meeting with the police, JoMo was sound asleep. That told AJ that Morrison totally trusted him, and that was key to pulling off the orders the Miller brothers had given him. The cops had also told him more about Morrison and the crimes he'd gotten away with. It made Styles more determined to get his "little pet" behind bars.
"Don't eat the paper… in the bathroom" JoMo laughed as he read the fortune from his cookie.
AJ honestly laughed. "Oh that was funny. I thought I was the only one that ended a cookie fortune with, in the bathroom. No, eating the paper in a bathroom would not be good. Okay, let's see what mine says..." AJ broke his cookie open.
"It says… that wasn't chicken… in the bathroom. Oookaaay, I don't wanna know what it was then..." AJ laughed as did JoMo. They still chuckled as they threw away their trash.
JoMo turned serious. "So, did you get the car serviced? Able to out run the cops if needed?" He had a cold, calculating look in his eye. He quickly softened his face, he hadn't meant to show AJ his true self.
AJ did a good job at pretending not to have noticed the icy brown eyes. Still, a chill rolled up his spine. "Yep, she's running like a top. Don't worry, my little pet. We will get out of town unnoticed. I heard talk at the garage that all the road blocks have been called off. They said the cops figured the guy they were looking for was long gone. The laughed and said it was typical of the cops, they never catch anyone. So, from that, I figured they aren't even looking for you anymore. Now, don't you want to know what I got for you at the sexy store?" AJ reached down and picked up a small, glossy black shopping bag.
JoMo grinned. Everything AJ had told him made him relax. Maybe he was going to get out of Dodge, literally. He made a grab for the bag. "Gimme, please."
AJ held the bag just out of JoMo's reach. He decided if Morrison could use him, he might as well use JoMo. After all, sex was sex. AJ enjoyed knowing he was the user instead of being used. He teased JoMo a little more., then he let the brunette have the bag.
JoMo peeked in the bag. He grinned. "Really? Well, if that's what you want lover, that's what you will get. Be right back." He took the bag and dashed off to the bathroom.
AJ stripped off his clothes and got into the bed. He was going to make the most of it. If it caused Morrison to be humiliated, all the better. He had picked out an outfit for a woman. AJ knew that even though Morrison was dead sexy, and knew how to use it, the man was all male.
"You ready, lover?" Morrison called out from the bathroom. He absolutely hated dressing in the outfit AJ had bought. However, he knew AJ was his ticket out of town. If it made the man happy, he would swallow his pride. JoMo had also made another decision. Once Jericho was dead, he would also kill Styles. If Styles was dead, he couldn't talk later, could he?
"Ready and waiting, my precious pet. Strut your stuff, baby." AJ spoke with a low growl. The best thing was, he wouldn't have to pay Morrison after the sex. The only thing he would pay to see was Morrison in handcuffs.
JoMo pranced out of the bathroom. He was dressed as a hot pink Playboy Bunny. The outfit was complete with a bunny collar, white cuffs, ears and of course a fluffy, white bunny tail. At least Styles hadn't bought the pink high heeled shoes.
AJ leaned back against the pillows. He reached over and turned on the radio next to the bed. "Dance for me, little baby bunny. Wiggle that cute little tail for me." He was going to put JoMo through as much humiliation as possible.
Any guilt JoMo might had held for killing Styles went out the window. With his plastic model smile, John Morrison began to dance.
Back across the street, the Miller twins went over maps and routes with Hunter, Roman and Chris. Seth worked on possible locations where they could chase from.
Seth let out a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It sent his reading glasses askew on his face. He let out a slight yelp when his glasses clattered on his keyboard. Luckily, they hadn't broken. Both Roman and Dean looked at their lover with concern.
"Oh, sorry. It's just… how can I even begin to pinpoint an exact location? It will all depend on the storm. It can change from minute to minute. Hell, it can change from second to second." Seth didn't whine, but he was close to it.
Before Roman and Dean could get up to comfort Seth, Chris leaned over and put an arm around his student. He gave Seth a smile.
"Don't sweat it, kiddo. They just need a general area. They know it can change. You're doing a great job." Chris spoke with encouragement.
Ken Miller looked at Seth. "Chris is right, Seth. We just need to know a general area within fifty square miles. So we don't gather in the wrong part of the county, see?" He pointed to the map they had all been looking at.
Seth let out another sigh. "Oh, that's easier. I thought you wanted an exact location. Best places would be on the southern and southwestern county lines, maybe west as well. Pampa is here, in Gray county. I would concentrate on the southwestern quadrant. So that would be western Carson, northeast Armstrong and northwestern Donley counties. See?" He pointed to the different areas on the map.
Both the Miller brothers smiled. "So, it's like the movement of the storms. Southwest to northeast. So, that would place the ROW, in this general area?" Kyle also pointed to the map.
Seth nodded. "Yes. Usually Scout goes thirty to forty miles south, southwest of ROW. Rover will go twenty to thirty miles to the northeast. It gives them time to calculate and plan for probe runs. Right, Chris?" Seth wanted the Detectives to understand he knew what he was talking about. It was important to him.
Chris understood. "Exactly right, Seth. You did a great job. Of course the way the storms have been so far, we might get one that goes south to east or north to south. So many rogue storms this season. We've all said it, but it's almost like the storms stop to think before they erupt." He gave a shrug.
Ken Miller chuckled. "Well, I suppose Mother Nature can do what she wants. This gives me a better idea of how you chase. So, when do we leave?" He looked at his notebook with a calendar.
"Tomorrow afternoon. The forecast points to Sunday, but, I want to be there in case it starts on Saturday. Better to be there early than late. It's a three and half hour drive. I'd like to pull out by one. We do stop about half way to stretch and refresh. That would be about here." Chris once again pointed to the map.
Ken nodded. "Sounds good. You need to make a show of getting ready and pulling out. It will hopefully draw Styles and Morrison to follow. So, we've laid the plan. That's it for now."
The storm chasers and law enforcement officials said their good nights. There was nothing more to do but get some sleep. A couple of hours later, "Camp Jericho" was quiet as everyone slept.
All anyone knew for sure was the only threat wasn't the storms. Would they chase or be chased?