The Jericho Storm Chase, Inc. team was up and ready by eight on Friday morning. Dean was glad for a moment alone with Shawn and Adam as the others were out loading the vehicles to pull out at one o'clock.
"I looked up Pampa, Texas. They have a fantastic water park. Perfect for a birthday party. Maybe we can find a bakery tonight and order a cake." Dean was still determined to have a surprise party for Seth and Roman.
Shawn gave Dean a pat on the back. "Don't worry, Dean. We haven't forgotten. I've already found a bakery. You can look at their catalog online and order. They offer twenty-four hour service on most cakes. Just keep it simple." He showed Dean the bakery site on his phone.
Dean grinned brightly. "You're the best, Shawn. Thanks. I will look at this as we drive, gives me something to do. At least at a water park, we don't have to decorate. Maybe a party set, you know, matching paper plates and napkins?" He did want the party to look nice.
Adam picked up his camera bag. "We will make it nice. We can decorate the room too. Seth's favorite is Chinese food, so we will order out for dinner on Saturday. You do know, the Police could say no, to the water park. If that happens, we'll take care of it. I just want you to be prepared for them to say no, okay?" He worried that Dean could turn nasty if the cops put the kibosh on the water park idea.
Dean frowned. "I didn't think of that. I guess I should have. I may not like it, but I will understand if they say no. I wouldn't want more innocent lives in the way if Morrison tries something. Well, I can still order a cake. I will be glad when all this Morrison shit is over." He picked up his own camera bag and looked to Adam and Shawn.
Shawn grinned. "That's good. Glad you understand. We will find a way to have a party, no matter what. Now, we'd better take this load out before we are missed." He picked up a cooler. The three men went outside.
Across the street, Morrison peeked out of the curtain with his binoculars. He frowned when he heard AJ in the shower. While the sex was great, the humiliation of prancing around in a Playboy Bunny suit was too much. He'd kill Styles now, but he needed the man to get out of town.
Morrison watched as the Jericho team loaded up to leave. He had to get AJ to leave as well. Styles said they would leave tomorrow, as the storms wouldn't arrive in Pampa till Sunday. Getting there on Saturday would be time enough.
When JoMo heard the shower turn off, he quickly packed away his binoculars. He made sure all the hidden compartments of his specially made suitcase were closed. He had things hidden that AJ didn't need to find.
AJ came out of the bathroom. "You look pretty, my pet. What do you want to do today?" He toweled off and began to dress for the day.
"Love, are you sure about those storms?` I stepped out for a bit of fresh air, Jerkicho is loading up to leave. Maybe with all that fancy equipment, they know something you don't. You don't want them to get the jump on you, do you?" JoMo put on his best smile, but he also made himself looked worried.
AJ frowned. "Really?" He went to the window and looked out. Of course he knew the plan was to leave today, but, he tried to keep up the act. "Oh well, if they want to rush to wait, let them." He gave a shrug.
JoMo didn't show the panic he felt. While Pampa, Texas was the next location for storms, Jericho could go anywhere. He couldn't lose track of them, not now. He had unfinished business with Jericho and his blond bitch. JoMo had to do it; for Drew.
"What if something has changed? I don't want you to get beat out of anything by those bastards. If you're worried about being bored, I will keep you entertained. I don't want to see that blond bitch's name on the TV before yours. Your video is way better than his. Come on lover, don't let them get ahead of you again." Morrison had gone over to Styles. He looked at the man with his big, doe brown eyes, a pout on his pretty lips.
AJ internally smirked. The cops had been right. Morrison didn't want Jericho out of his sight. AJ put a smile on his face. "Alright, my precious pet. Get your stuff ready. You're right, can't let them win again. I am better than blondie. What would I do without you. I want you to keep what I said about Vegas in that pretty head of yours." He leaned in and kissed JoMo. When the kiss ended, the duo began to prepare to leave.
Officer Beth Phillips spoke to the Miller Twins in the parking lot of the Jericho's hotel. "We may have been wrong. Sounds like Morrison doesn't want Jericho's team out of his sight. They will probably take route one as well."
Ken nodded his "bald" head. "Thanks, Beth. We are well prepared for either way, but, better to know what he's thinking as much as possible. Beth, I know I don't have to tell you, but you and Carrie stay on your toes. Morrison is one of the sliest criminals I've ever had to deal with. Nattie will kill me if anything happens to you." He gave his aide a warm smile with a wink.
Beth laughed. "Yes, she will. Don't worry, boss. We will get him. Carrie and I will be right behind you and Kyle." She returned her bosses smile.
In the Radar On Wheels, out of sight, Kyle Miller went over last minute plans with Kenny, Hunter, Roman and Chris. Kyle spoke. "So, just ride like normal. Kenny, you will ride with your cousin Chris. You will also be able to hear and track Styles. Ken just told me, according to what Beth heard, Morrison doesn't want you out of his sight. He's worried he might lose you. We've planned for that, so don't worry. Well, that's it. Remember, just act normal. Hopefully, this will all be over soon." Kyle gave the four men a look of firm confidence.
"Us too. As far as I am concerned, this is just a normal chase. Come on, guys, time for the prayer circle. Kyle, you can go up to the cab and out the driver's side. It's safe from view." Chris nodded toward the driver's cockpit.
Kyle grinned. "Good thinking. We will be behind you, and hopefully Styles. If he does go the other way, Beth and Carrie will trail them. You won't see us, but we will be there. Good luck." He shook hands with the men.
Roman, Hunter, Kenny and Chris made a show of leaving the ROW, in order to keep attention away from Kyle. The driver's side was hidden from the hotel across the street, but they also knew how sly Morrison could be.
Shawn called his "family" together, Kenny included. He indicated for everyone to hold hands. When the circle was complete, he gave a prayer, not only for their safe journey, but for protection from Morrison. He also asked for a blessing for the law enforcement officers keeping them safe. The prayer ended with a heartfelt group "Amen."
Dean and Adam went back into the hotel room. Adam taught Dean to do the triple check. Nothing would be left behind. When both men were satisfied, Adam closed the door for the last time. Dean took the card key to Hunter. Hunter went to the hotel office and checked them out.
Roman did a final walk around the ROW. He wanted to make sure all the storage compartment doors were closed and locked. He also made sure the delicate radar was secure. Roman double checked the tires. The last thing Roman did was to retract the steps up to the office and locked the door. The ROW was ready to go.
Chris clapped his hands. The team gathered around their leader. "We're ready. By now you know what to do. Rover leads, ROW follows, Scout brings up the rear. We will stop as usual. Alright, mount up, Pampa or bust!" He waved his hands to scatter the group.
Roman, Seth and Dean climbed up into the ROW. Shawn and Hunter in their truck, Chris, Adam and Kenny went to the Rover. A prearranged with Ken Miller, Roman let out a long blast of the ROW's very loud air horn. It was also a signal for Styles.
Detective Sergeant Kyle Miller had told Styles to pull out fifteen minutes after he heard the signal from the ROW. AJ heard the horn, loud and clear, as did John Morrison.
JoMo grabbed his bag and bolted for the door. "Come on, time to go. Jericho is pulling out." He wasn't about to let his quarry vanish.
AJ knew he had to delay for fifteen minutes. There was only one way he could think of that wouldn't seem out of place. "Yeah, gimme a minute, gotta piss. Don't wanna have to stop five minutes down the road. Don't worry, pet. Pampa is the only place for them to go. I checked the forecast. It's going to be alright." He quickly went to the bathroom before Morrison could object.
JoMo gave an exasperated growl. Morrison took a deep breath. He had to center himself. However, he knew he couldn't fully relax until they were well out of Dodge City. JoMo patted his bag. Hidden deep inside was another gun. This gun wasn't disguised, it was just cold, blue steel.
Morrison had his basic plan. He knew his final goal. There was just one problem, he would have to kill four instead of three. Jericho, the kid, Jericho' cousin and AJ. He would drive the red car to the next city, dump the car, head to Dallas, then fly to Scotland. He'd decided it was safer to get out of the country, so instead of Los Angeles, it would be Drew's homeland.
None of Drew's family wanted anything to do with Morrison. However, Drew's childhood friend, who JoMo only knew as Walter, would help him once he got there. Walter was from Austria, but he had come to Scotland as a boy with his family. Walter worked in Scotland. As far as JoMo knew, Walter would take him to Austria. JoMo would get lost, never to be found. By the time he would be settled, Drew would be avenged.
The Jericho armada pulled out of the parking lot. They headed toward US-54 West and Pampa, Texas. The old van waited, with Sergeants Kyle and Ken Miller, in full disguise. Also in disguise, Carrie Reynolds and Beth Phillips waited to see if Styles took US-54 West or US-60 West. They were ready either way.
In the hotel across the street, AJ Styles looked at his watch. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "You can do this, Styles. Put your damn ego aside and do the right thing for once in your life." AJ gave himself a confident nod. He then went out to find Morrison, it was time to go.
AJ smiled. "Ready, my precious pet?" He picked up his bag and reached for JoMo's.
Morrison quickly grabbed his own bag. He didn't want AJ to realize it was much heavier than it looked. "Yep. Let's get out of here." He followed AJ out of the door. His eyes scanned for cops or signs of being watched, but he saw and felt nothing out of place.
AJ and JoMo settled into the racing style seats of the red shoe vehicle and buckled up. "Duck down and cover yourself with this blanket. It won't be long." AJ pointed to the blanket on the floorboard. The had planned for it to look like the passenger in the car was asleep.
Morrison covered up with the blanket. He closed his eyes. He trusted AJ to get him out of town and to catch up with Jericho.
AJ stopped at a stop light. "I know Jericho, they will take the direct route. So, Pampa, here we come."
JoMo spoke, his words muffled by the blanket. "Sounds good, lover." At first he thought about taking a different route, but he didn't want Jericho out of sight. Morrison also thought if the cops were going to follow, they would guess they would go the other way. JoMo wasn't about to let that happen.
"They are following us." Kenny reported to Chris as he ended the call on his cell phone. He'd been talking to his boss.
"Guess Morrison is getting bolder. That means, he doesn't think you guys are after him." Chris spoke thoughtfully as he drove down the highway.
Kenny leaned back in the passenger seat. "I hope so. It also means he might be more apt to make a mistake. Either way, we will get him. You know the Mounties, we always get our man. I am Mountie trained."
Chris gave a chuckle. "I have a hard time picturing you in that red serge jacket, midnight blue jodhpurs, brown felt campaign hat, Strathcona boots and that wide brown leather belt."
Kenny took his turn to chuckle. "Well, the jodhpurs and boots were only for formal events, like parades. I wore normal midnight blue trousers and black shoes for every day patrol. Of course, the mounted division wear the jodhpurs and Strathcona riding boots. Here, I have proof." He handed Adam his personal cell phone. There was a picture of Kenny in his full RCMP uniform.
Adam took the phone and looked at the picture. "Wow, you look like a different person, Kenny. So serious… wait… that came out wrong. I know you're serious now, but..." He didn't exactly know how to express what he meant.
Kenny laughed again. "I know what you mean, Adam. No offense taken. As a Mountie, I felt more military than law enforcement. So much time is spent on drilling for parades and such. Oh, they are serious law enforcement officers, but here, it's more… relaxed, I guess. I can spend time on my police work instead of keeping my uniform spotless. I'm not good at putting it into words either." He laughed more.
Kenny put a hand on the steering wheel so Chris could glance at the picture on the phone Adam held for Chris to look at. It only took a few seconds.
"I get it, Kenny. It's part of that old English military mentality. Do your job, but you better look like a million while you do it. You made a fine Mountie, but I for one am glad you're here now. Did you meet Kota as a Mountie?" Chris was curious.
Kenny took his phone from Adam. "No, we actually met at the gym here in Dodge City. It was like… instant love. It can happen." Kenny smiled at the memory.
The moment he'd seen the cute Japanese man pounding away on the treadmill, Kenny knew he'd laid eyes on his soul mate. Thankfully, Kota had felt the same. After their workouts, Kenny invited Kota for coffee. Two weeks later they were married, and were still deeply in love almost ten years later.
Adam chuckled. "I couldn't stand Chris the first time I met him. When I found out I was going to spend three months with him, I begged my boss to change my assignment. I was even willing to go back to a war zone."
"Yeah, but you just couldn't resist my good looks and sex appeal. I finally broke you down with my charm." Chris winked at Adam in the rear view mirror.
Adam smirked. "Well, I was pretty charming too. Seriously though, once I broke through his massive ego, I saw what a warm, loving, wonderful man he is." He leaned up and kissed Chris on the cheek.
Kenny turned to face Adam in back set. "That's cool. Adam, you were in a war zone?" He couldn't imagine the delicate blond in that kind of environment.
Adam told Kenny about his time in the Middle East, during the Gulf War. "… so, the bullet missed me by less than an inch. My camera still has the crack from the dive I took. I will never repair it. It is a reminder of how fuckin' lucky I was. After that, I told Vince I was done with war zones. So, he sent me to the Amazon jungle. Drew was part of my crew, and how we met. You know the rest." Adam gave a small shrug.
Kenny leaned back in his seat. "I have a whole new respect for you, Adam. The horrors you must have seen. Chasing tornadoes must be peaceful in comparison."
Chris let out a cross between a sigh and a dry laugh. "Unless the tornado chases you as Hunter makes a road..." He told the story about what happened during the first week of the season.
"...They turned up looking like mud soaked pups, with a Sheriff's escort. I'll tell you thought, it led to some interesting data and a time flex. Like something from the SciFi channel." Chris finished with a thought filled voice. He actually couldn't wait to really study the data of the incident.
That led to more questions from Officer Omega. Adam and Chris both filled him in as they drove along.
In the red shoe car of AJ Styles, there was nothing but silence. John Morrison had fallen into a real, deep sleep. Once they were free and clear of Dodge City, Morrison relaxed. A million things crossed through AJ Style's mind. One thing he knew for sure, he wasn't about to let Morrison hurt Jericho. AJ had discovered he had a lot of respect for Jericho and his team.
AJ also realized that he had an opportunity to help gather data about storms. The negative comments about him on the Jericho's live stream had really affected him. Styles thought he could possibly work with Jericho. If Jericho could guide him to the right place, he could record data of a direct tornado hit. It was why he'd invested so much money on his "armored" car.
Styles wasn't stupid enough to think Chris would welcome him with open arms, but perhaps the Pastor, Shawn Helmsley could help. Styles wasn't totally humble, he wasn't perfect, but he truly wanted to gather data that might safe a life. John Morrison wasn't about to stop that. AJ decided, if he had to, he would kill Morrison. He could claim self defense.
In the old van, Kyle Miller listened to Styles through a headset. His brother, Ken, drove the van. He was careful to stay out of Styles' sight, but close enough so their listening "bug" would still allow him to hear.
Kyle adjust the headset so his right ear could still listen, but his left ear could hear his brother. He gave a bit of a sigh.
"Morrison is still asleep. Styles finally turned on the radio. At least I have something to listen to. I hoped Morrison would run plans through Styles. Sometimes this job is very frustrating." Kyle Miller ran his fingers through his long pony tail.
Ken chuckled. "You do that like you've had long hair all your life. Well, maybe Morrison will wake up soon. Jericho will stop in a few miles. Styles told us he pulls over and waits, so he doesn't pass the armada. Told him not to vary his routine. He said Morrison was used to it as well. The ladies are doing a good job at staying out of sight. I guess it's so far so good." Ken glanced sideways at his brother, the concentrated on driving.
Kyle laughed. "I always wanted long hair, but you know dad, military haircuts only. You know, at times I really resented the old man, but now..."
"You realize the lessons he taught us?" Ken expertly finished his twins thought. "Took me a while to realize it too. It finally hit me when William was born. Holding my son made me think about dad. He was tough but always fair. He did what he did to make you and I better men than he was. Like I want to do for William and Michael, Travis too agrees too." Ken smiled as he spoke of his husband and sons.
Kyle nodded. "I know what you mean. I wish mom was around for Joan and Sally. Ken, we need to get together when this is over. I miss you, and our kids need to spend time together too. Let's go to Branson, have a family reunion."
Ken beamed. "Sounds great. Travis has been asking for a vacation. We'll do it, celebrate putting Morrison behind bars."
The brothers continued to talk as they sped down the road. Still, they had an ear on Styles and watched via the tracking device all three vehicles of the storm chase team. Adam had been the first to agree to letting them be tracked by the police.
Chris gave Adam a nod. The blond happily keyed the radio mic. "ROW, Scout, this is Rover. We've reached the pull off. See you soon." He ended the call as Chris pulled into a lovely little roadside park. Luckily it was empty of other cars and people.
It wasn't long before the ROW and Scout pulled in behind the Range Rover. It began a chain reaction. The Miller twins pulled off the road. Luckily the van was hidden in a grove of trees. AJ also knew to stop. He's been informed to pull over twenty miles from the road side park, marked on a map. Morrison still slept. Twenty miles behind Styles, Carrie Reynolds pulled off the road. Four people, Hunter, Ken, AJ and Carrie set their watches for two hours. Jericho said they would stop for an hour and half. Thirty minutes later, the three following vehicles would pull out. It was timed with military precision, a lesson from the Miller twin's father.
The roadside park had a neatly tended grassy area with two concrete and native stone picnic tables and benches. There was also a native stone barbecue that people could enjoy. The tables sat back, under a small grove of trees. There was an open field with grasses and wild flowers on the edge of the rest area. Birds sang and insects hummed in the field. It was peaceful and relaxing, except for the occasional passing traffic.
All the storm chasers grabbed a drink from the coolers or had a cup of coffee from a thermos. Shawn and the college boys grabbed a pack of cookies and divided them up between them. None of them sat, they walked or stood and stretched their legs. Neither Adam or Dean felt like taking pictures. They would wait for the mid-summer wildflowers to bloom. No point in photographic the same things over and over.
AJ was lost in thought when Morrison began to wake up from his nap. "There's my little sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?" AJ feigned loving kindness.
JoMo yawned and stretched as much as he could. "Um… yeah. Shit, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that. Why are we stopped in a field?" He suddenly sat up, as he looked out.
"Because Jericho stopped. You know I don't like to pass them. Don't want them to know I'm doggin' them. After all, it is a storm chase, I'll give them about an hour more. We've been here about thirty minutes. I've been doing this long enough to know how they operate." AJ spoke matter-of-fact. The key was to act as normally as possible.
JoMo relaxed again. "Oh, yeah. I remember from the last chase. Is there anything in the thermos?" He could use a cup of coffee.
AJ reached behind his seat and pulled out the thermos. "Here you go, my pet. I saved it just for you." He poured Morrison a cup of coffee.
JoMo took the cup. "Thanks, lover. So, where are we staying?" He hoped it would be the same place as Jericho. He wanted to keep his eyes on his target.
AJ pulled out his cell phone. "The Ranch House Motel. I don't think it's very fancy, at thirty-five per night. But, it has five star ratings." He showed Morrison the picture from the motel's web site.
JoMo shrugged. "As long as there is a bed and a shower, I'm good." While he loved luxury, he'd lived in some really seedy places. He grew quiet as he leaned back to think about his plan.
AJ hoped Morrison would talk about what he wanted to do. However, the Sergeant had warned him not to push, it could make Morrison suspicious. They told him to let things happen naturally.
In the old van, the Miller twins drank coffee and chewed on protein bars. Ken took a turn with the headset, over his left ear.
"Nothing. Gotta say, Styles is doing a great job. I wasn't sure he would cooperate as much as I let on to Jericho. You know how easily unnerved Adam can get, and I don't blame him. I guess you know the story, how he thought Chris had been killed the day after their wedding?" Ken looked at his twin, brow arched. After all, Kyle had met them first.
Kyle swallowed a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I do. Adam is such a sweet person, well, they all are. I would guess the things they have been through would make them a close group. I bet Kenny is having the time of his life. He's a good officer, you're lucky to have him."
Ken nodded. "Kenny is a great guy and a hero. Took a bullet for one of the guys. He knows about storms, so he can stay out of Jericho's way or help him. I know one thing, Chris and Seth will be safe working in the ROW with Kenny on guard." He took another sip of coffee.
The brothers continued to chat and listen as they watched the time closely.
Several miles behind, Beth and Carrie also talked. Beth had an earbud in her right ear. She could listen to both Styles and the twin Detectives, if they needed to communicate. They too drank coffee and munched on granola bars.
"Sounds like Styles is doing his job. I just wish Morrison would talk about his intentions. I hope Chief Layfield has Style's room bugged in time. Not fond of working with a totally new department." Beth sighed and sipped her coffee.
Carrie smiled. "The Chief will take care of it. I met him a couple of years ago at a conference. He's a smart guy." She was confident it would all work out just fine.
At the roadside park, Hunter looked at his watch. "Okay, pack up. We have to be on the road in ten minutes."
"You heard the man. Mount up, guys." Chris reinforced Hunter's words with his bosses tone of voice.
The storm chasers and Kenny threw away their trash and got into their prospective vehicles. Once again they were on the road.
In the ROW, Seth had gone to sit at his desk in the office. He hooked his laptop up and began to surf the web. Seth wanted some ideas for their upcoming commitment ceremony. Seth was pleasantly surprised to find several good sites. It wasn't as uncommon as he thought it would be.
Dean started to unbuckle his seat belt to go back to sit with Seth, but Roman stopped him.
"Give him some time, D. He's more worried about Morrison than he lets on. Our baby need to do what he needs to do to keep his mind off of it. You know how he gets." Roman spoke softly and gave Dean a glancing smile. He quickly put his eyes back on the road.
Dean gave a soft sigh. "Okay, Ro. Yeah, I do know. Sethie sometimes keeps things bottled up worse than me. We will pamper him tonight, if we can. Maybe we can stay in our own room." Dean understood staying together as a group was for safety. However, he missed making love with Roman and Seth. It always helped Dean stay grounded.
Roman gave a low growl. "I miss you two, too. We haven't even gotten to properly celebrate our engagement. I need my fiery devil and cooling angel. Dean, you do know how much I love you, don't you? I could never imagine being without you or Seth. I need you both so much. I love you." He once again took a quick glance at Dean with a love filled expression.
It wasn't often, if ever, that Dean teared up, but Roman's words deeply touched his heart. "I love you, Roman, Seth too. The two of you… well, I know I'm a bastard to live with. You always know how to calm me down without belittling me. Ro, it means everything to me that you want us to be married, so to speak. We are going to be unbreakable, like… a… a… shield." Dean smiled. He could only speak like that with Roman and Seth. Since his talk with Shawn, Dean found it easier to open his emotions and speak without feeling… silly.
Seth suddenly popped up behind Dean. "I knew you were a softy at heart, D. I love you and Roman so fuckin' much. Now, come back here, I want to show you something. Ro, I'll show you later, you concentrate on driving." Seth tugged on the sleeve of Dean's tee shirt.
Roman chuckled. "Go see what Sethie has to show you. I am wide awake." Roman knew Dean would worry about leaving him alone in the cockpit.
Seth leaned over and lightly kissed Roman's temple. "I won't keep him long. I found some ideas for our ceremony. You know there are a lot of triads out there. Of course, none of them as good looking as we are." He gave Roman another kiss, the pulled Dean to come back to the office.
With a grin, Dean turned his seat on its swivel, unbuckled his seat belt and went sit in Chris' office chair. Seth and Dean were soon lost in looking at triad ceremony sites.
Roman took a quick swipe of his eyes. The love he felt for Dean and Seth was overwhelming. It also helped that his parents encouraged the comment ceremony. When he'd told them he was gay, his parents had been accepting, and that meant everything to him. Roman also had another surprise for his boys. Roman's parents were going to send them to Samoa over the semester break in early December. It would be their honeymoon. Roman couldn't wait to see Seth and Dean in the Samoan sun.
In the red shoe car, AJ and JoMo sang along with the radio. They had found a station that played classic rock and roll. If the truth be told, they could both sing quite well. It had lightened JoMo's spirit. He had a plan in mind that made him happy.
"Well, at least they can sing. Damn, I was so hoping Morrison would talk about his plans. Ken, what do you think? Where will he make his move?" Kyle looked over at his brother with an arched brow.
Ken made a "hum" sound as he thought. "Out in the open, during a chase. My guess is, that he will figure it would make his escape easier. The only thing that worries me a bit is, will he do the same thing twice? I'll tell you, John Morrison-Hennigan is one of the slickest criminals I've come up against. I want him in jail, Key." Ken had frustration in his voice. He glanced over at his brother.
"You haven't called me Key since we were kids. You must be frustrated. I am too, I agree with you. Morrison has to be stopped." Kyle gave a smile. When they were little, Ken couldn't wrap his tongue around the "L" in Kyle" so Kyle became "Key". The name stuck till high school.
In the Range Rover, Adam looked back at Kenny. They had switched seats, so Adam could sit next to his husband. "Kenny, tomorrow is Seth's birthday. Shawn, Dean and I want to plan a surprise part for Seth and Roman. There is a water park in Pampa. Do you think it would be possible to have the party there? And Christopher, you have heard nothing, understand? Dean wants to really surprise Seth and Roman." Adam turned to Chris and spoke in a warning tone.
"Heard what, Kitten?" Chris asked innocently, with a smile. He wasn't about to ruin a surprise party.
Kenny pursed his lips as he thought. "Adam, it would be fine with me. But, I will have to ask the Sarge. I don't think Morrison would try anything in a place like that, but then again, he might think it would keep him from being noticed. Don't worry, I'll make sure they know not to say anything. I personally would love to go, I love water parks."
Adam sighed. "Thanks, Kenny. I can see both sides. I'll be glad when that bastard is in jail. Shawn warned Dean it might not be possible. If we can't go, we'll decorate one of the rooms and make a party there. Dean understands." He was tired of Morrison and the trouble he caused.
Chris spoke up. "You and Shawn will be able to pull off a party no matter where it is. Ah, here we are." He pointed to a sign that said, "WELCOME TO PAMPA, TEXAS."
It wasn't long before the storm chase armada pulled into the parking lot of the Ranch House Motel. It had been built in 1977, but it had that 1950's vibe to it. It showed its age, but it was neat and tidy. Hunter and Chris went to check them in.
The storm chasers were given rooms 1, 2 and 3. The Jericho's were in room 1. Room 2 went to the college boys and the Helmsley's took room 3. Kenny would stay with Chris and Adam, as they were under the most threat from Morrison.
Ken and Kyle Miller pulled in twenty minutes later. They already knew they would be in one of the backside rooms, at the far end of the motel. When they went to check in, they were given the key to room 25. They would be next to Beth and Carrie who would be in room 24.
When AJ and JoMo arrived, they were given the key to room 20. They were on the front side, but away from everyone else. Also, the room had been bugged. The listening end was in room 25 with the Detectives. AJ hadn't been told the room would be bugged. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt.
As everyone settled in, different thoughts ran though their minds. All but one had the same thought; to get Morrison behind bars. While Morrison's thoughts were; get Jericho. Who would win?