In Room 25 of the Ranch House Motel, in Pampa, Texas, Detective Sergeants Kyle and Ken Miller listened to the activities going on in room 20. The twins had changed out of their disguises. They chewed on sandwiches that had been left for them in the mini fridge. A pot of coffee brewed on the small two burner stove.
"Layfield sure did a great job. This is the best submarine sandwich I've ever tasted." Kyle exclaimed as he took another huge bite of his food.
Ken rolled his eyes. "I thought you meant with bugging Styles' room. Key, use your napkin, think of mother!" He tossed a paper napkin at his brother with another roll of his eyes.
Kyle delicately and a tad over dramatically, dabbed his mouth with the napkin. "God, I've missed you, Ken." His tone was sarcastic, but the twinkle in his eye held mirth and showed his true affection for his twin. He then turned serious. "They did do a good job. It also helps that the rooms are so small..." He paused when the coded knock echoed on their door.
As he was closest to the door, Ken opened it with a smirk. "Do come in." He stood back. A stooped over old man with gray hair, tweed jacket, fedora hat, gray trousers and a walking cane entered the room. He looked to be a native from Mexico.
"Hey, boss." Kenny Omega grinned as he removed his hat. He sat on the bed with Kyle. The room didn't have any extra furniture.
Ken grinned. "That's really great, Kenny. Smart idea. Well, it must be important if you did all this and couldn't call." The Detective turned very serious.
Kenny Omega nodded. "It's important, but probably not how you think. It does involve Morrison though. I promised Adam not to ruin anything, so I had to come so certain people couldn't hear me."
Both Ken and Kyle chuckled. Ken spoke. "Okay. Can you explain what the heck you're talking about?" He leaned back against the stove/sink counter.
Kenny laughed. "Sorry, that was rather cryptic. Okay, tomorrow is Seth Rollins birthday. Adam, Shawn and Dean want to have a surprise party for Seth and Roman. Roman's birthday was on Wednesday. Anyway, Adam asked if the could have the party at the Pampa H2O Water Park. It's about ten minutes from here. I said I didn't mind, but that I would have to ask you. Adam also said they will abide by your decision. I did promise that Seth and Roman wouldn't find out about it. They will have the party in one of the hotel rooms if you decide against the water park." He explained the situation with a shrug.
Kyle responded. "We're gonna have to seriously think about that. A place like that would give Morrison cover to act, and easily get away. On the other hand, why should they have to suffer and not do things? Ken, maybe we should talk to Chief Layfield. He will know the water park better than we do. I'll call him, Kenny. We will come to the Jericho's room in a couple of hours. Don't worry. We will keep the surprise party a secret. We also need to meet with Styles at some point." They had a lot of hard work to do.
Kenny was suddenly back to being an old man. "Okay boss, thanks. See you later." He hobbled out of the door. He walked behind the row of rooms so he wouldn't be seen. It also meant he could come and go from the Jericho's room without Morrison spotting him.
In room 20, AJ and Morrison were on their bed. JoMo laid back against the pillows, and AJ looked at his laptop. He had the National Weather Service radar pulled up, but his mind was on something else. He had to figure out a way to meet Sergeant Miller at a prearranged coffee shop, that had been discussed before they'd left Kansas.
AJ could only think of one excuse. "Say, pet. Why don't I go get us some steaks for dinner, with loaded baked potatoes. There's a place not far from here. I will spoil you." To prove his point he leaned over and playfully blew a raspberry on JoMo's belly.
JoMo laughed. He felt so much more relaxed now they were in Texas. "Sounds good. I'd go with you, but I don't feel like getting dressed to go out. I think I'll take a hot bubble bath while you're gone. Just make sure my steak is medium rare, and I want a salad too. Oh, and no butter or sour cream on my potato. Gotta watch my figure. You are too good to me lover." He sat up and gave AJ a kiss. JoMo had gone back to eating meat on occasion. It was just easier as much as he and AJ were on the road. He figured a few bites of steak wouldn't hurt.
AJ smiled. It had been easier than he thought. "Anything you wish, my precious pet. Ooo, A naked pet, covered in bubbles, maybe supper can wait." He wiggled his brows at Morrison.
JoMo laughed. "Nuh uh. I'm hungry. Go fetch the food. If you behave, I'll take a picture while I'm covered with bubbles."
"Ooo, send it to me. It will give me something to look at while I'm waiting for our food. I'll be back in an hour or so. Just relax and enjoy your bubble bath." AJ gave JoMo a kiss.
"I will. See you soon, lover." JoMo returned the kiss. He put a lot into it, he had to keep Styles hooked. The man was easy, but he wanted AJ to be totally under his spell, and remain there.
AJ quickly shut down his laptop. His timing was perfect. He would be on time in meeting Sergeant Miller. He would order their dinner, then pick it up on the way back. AJ had noticed a steakhouse a block from the coffee shop. He blew JoMo a kiss and headed out.
In room 1, Hunter wrote down the order for pizza delivery. Kenny took the moment for a quiet whisper with Adam.
"… so, they will let us know. Boss's bro was going to call Layfield. He will know more about the H2O." Kenny gave Adam a wink.
Adam grinned. "Thanks, Kenny. I'll tell Shawn and Dean. Oh, Hunter, I want pasta… spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic bread sticks, please."
Hunter gave a nod, and looked at Chris. "Okay, you're last boss man. What will you have?"
Chris looked at the carry out menu. "I'm in the mood for Buffalo wings, a dozen, with blue cheese dip… two. Oh and cinnamon sticks and yes Kitten, I will share with you." He gave Adam a kiss on the cheek with a sly wink.
"Time them, Hunter. Thirty minutes or less or it's free." Dean spoke firmly.
Roman beamed. "That's our Dean. I'll tell you though, the delivery place in Norman gets it right now. They got tired of giving us free food."
Dean shrugged. "Well, if they can't do it, they shouldn't say it." He was matter of fact.
Hunter smiled. "I will, Dean. I happen to agree with you. Okays, everyone happy with their choices before I call?" He looked at his fellow storm chasers.
"Got the root beer?" Chris asked, brow arched.
"Yes, I did. See, six pack of root beer." Hunter showed Chris the list. Hunter then stepped outside to call in the order. He watched as the old van pulled out of the parking lot.
When he finished, Hunter went back inside. He looked at Kenny Omega. "Okay, am I going insane? I swear that van of Miller's was green. I just saw him, in disguise, in a blue van."
Kenny chuckled. "It was green. They changed it before they left Dodge City. Only takes about half an hour to change the color wrap. It's been green, blue, red, yellow and once it was even tie dyed. We may be a small department, but we are good at what we do." He spoke of his Dodge City Police Department with great pride.
Shawn had made a comfy spot on the floor with a blanket, he looked up from the Bible he read. "We never had any doubts, Kenny. As much as we want this to be over, we will hate to have you leave us." He took off his glasses and wiped a greasy spot with the hem of his shirt.
Kenny smiled and settled on his own blanket near the door. "Thanks, Shawn. I'll miss you guys too. I'd love to be able to finish the chase season with you." He spoke with a bit of a sigh. He would not only miss the guys, but the actual chase of the storms too.
Chris spoke up. "We'd love to have you. Extra eyes at the ROW has been handy. As much as I love going out to watch the storms, I have to do it fast. You've given Seth and I time to stay on the computers. Speaking of, Seth we need to go over the forecast. Shawn? You feel it?" Chris felt the first stirrings of the "twitch" that meant there was a tornado on the way.
Shawn nodded and slipped his glasses back on. "Yep, started a couple of hours ago. I think it will be a big one on Sunday."
Kenny let out a cross between a sigh of relief and a wry chuckle. "I thought I was the only one. I never called it a twitch, just a gut feeling. I agree, tornado on Sunday."
Hunter sat on the blanket next to Shawn. He looked at Kenny. "In Shawn's case, it is a literal twitch..." He then turned to his husband. "How bad, little copperhead?" Hunter had worry etched on his face, his lips pressed so thin they nearly vanished.
Shawn gave Hunter a soft smile. "Not that bad. A couple of ibuprofen and I will be fine..." Shawn looked over at Kenny. "Crashed my bicycle in college. It nearly broke my back. Now it only aches when bad weather comes. Usually, the more pain, the more severe the storm. Chris just gets a gut feeling like you, but I call it the tornado twitch. But I tell you, so far, my back has never been wrong." He laid his head on Hunter's shoulder. His back hurt much worse than he let on.
"That reminds me. Dean, we need to break down and clean all the cameras. If you will do all the outside GoPros, I'll clean all our cameras here." Adam looked at Dean. He hated breaking down the GoPros but they had to be cleaned. Adam hoped Dean would do it.
Dean laughed. He knew Adam hated cleaning the GoPros, but the work had to be done. "Yes, Obi Wan. Your lowly Padawan will clean the GoPros. But, if you hurt my camera, I will use a baseball bat for a lightsaber." He gave Adam a boyish, eyelash blinking, over dramatic sigh. Dean then laughed again.
Seth gave Dean a playful smack up side the head. "Be nice to Obi Wan. He's too old and fragile to be messing with the GoPros." He gave Adam a very saucy wink.
"Mom! Make the bad boys stop picking on me!" Adam wailed at Shawn like an over dramatic diva.
Hunter nudged Shawn. "Yeah, mom. Make them stop, before Adam cries." He too joined in the fun.
Shawn let out a growl. "Stop calling me, mom! Now boys, behave. Seth, Dean, I will make Roman spank you! No… wait… you'd probably like that… oh I give up. Adam, you're on your own." He gave a shrug.
Before anymore could be said, a knock on the door brought everything to a halt. Kenny jumped up and went to the door. He was sure it was the food delivery, but better to air on the side of caution.
Kenny barely opened the door. He saw that it was their food so he opened the door for the delivery. The delivery person was an older man, who was tall and had a muscular frame. He had short hair under his baseball cap. He smiled brightly and closed the door behind him.
"I'm Chief John Layfield. Welcome to Pampa. Oh, here is your food. Compliments of the Department." Layfield put the food carrier on the small dresser.
Kenny held out his hand. "I'm Officer Kenny Omega, from Dodge City. My boss is Detective Sergeant Ken Miller. Sorry, but we weren't expecting you to deliver our food. This is Chris and Adam Jericho, Hunter and Shawn Helmsley, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose." He shook hands with Chief Layfield, as did the others.
Layfield spoke. "Well, I was supposed to meet Ken and Kyle here later, but I got the chance now. Had to deliver in thirty minutes or less you know." He gave a toothy smile and waved a hand toward the food.
Dean scoffed a bit. "Pay at your department must be bad if the Chief has to deliver pizza on the side." He had a hard time with cops anyway, but Layfield delivering the food was a bit fishy to the college grad student.
Seth gave Dean a sharp poke with his elbow. The glare in his eyes told Dean to behave. Roman's look was much the same. Dean looked sheepish under the glare of his two lovers.
Layfield laughed. "I am well paid by the city. I actually deliver to help our sons, Kofi and Justin. When I heard the name on the order, I thought it was a perfect cover. Oh, and my car is totally unmarked. Come on, eat while it's hot. Our boys make the best food in town!" He didn't hold any ill will toward Dean. He smiled at Dean to prove he had no hard feelings.
Dean made the first move to the food. "Thanks Chief. I am sorry." He picked up the two pizza boxes.
Layfield gave Dean a pat on the shoulder. "No problem, son. It was a fair question. Oh, dang! Be right back, left the root beer in the car." He quickly stepped outside. He left the door ajar.
Adam picked up his and Chris' food. "Well, that was different. Don't worry, Dean. I was about to say the same thing." He sat on the bed with Chris.
Chief Layfield returned with a cooler and his own pizza box. Everyone chatted and settled in to eat. Layfield sat on the floor next to Kenny. It wasn't long before everyone commented on the delicious food.
Layfield beamed like the proud father he was. "Ron and I adopting those boys was the best thing we ever did. When they both became Chefs, Ron and I invested in the pizza place. They have been voted best delivery five years in a row. They are so busy on the weekends, Ron and I help out. I deliver and Ron works the orders in. The things you do for your kids." He took a bite of his pizza.
Adam's mouth was so full, he could hardly chew. Chris laughed with a shake of his head. "If that's not a testament to how good it is, I don't know what is. I wish I had my camera!" He wiped Adam's puffed out cheeks with his napkin.
Chris burst out in even more laughter when five cell phone cameras, aimed at Adam flashed. Adam managed to swallow enough to speak, sort of. "Thuk thall thof thuh." He even managed to stick his tongue out.
Everyone broke out in a fit of laughter. "I want a copy of that for the boys. It would make a great billboard for the restaurant." Layfield laughed with a slap to his knee.
Adam's eyes bugged out as he finally swallowed the gigantic bite of spaghetti. "I swear, if you do, I will sue the city!" He was deadly serious, and felt he had been picked on enough that evening.
Layfield smiled his smile. "Naw, I wouldn't really do that, Mister Jericho. Sorry. Ron always warns me about my humor, especially around people that don't know me."
Adam relaxed. "Oh well, I'm sorry, and please call me Adam. Truth be told, you will fit right in with us. We can all have a wicked sense of humor at times. Please do give my compliments to your sons. Best spaghetti sauce I have ever had. It tastes so fresh." He smiled at the Chief.
"They organically grow all the tomatoes and herbs. They grow all their produce actually. Listen, on Sunday, if you can, come for the Jamaican barbecue. Kofi is a dream at Jamaican cooking. That's where we adopted him from. Poor little fellow, lost his entire family in a hurricane. He was found in the hut, under his mom, who had died. We adopted Justin from South Africa. He lost his family during the height of the political unrest." Layfield explained a bit about his family.
"That's wonderful, John. I hope we can meet your boys. So know I know who the K and J are of K and J's Pizza." Shawn gave John a soft smile.
The group continued to talk. Everyone looked up when another knock sounded on the door. It was the coded knock of Ken and Kyle Miller. Still, Kenny went to the door, ready to spring into action. Chief Layfield also put his hand close to his hidden weapon.
Greetings were exchanged as Hunter, Chris and Roman cleaned up the empty food containers. Shawn put a pot of coffee on to drip in his machine. It was faster than the stove top percolator from the hotel. The small hotel room was crowded but cozy.
Ken Miller spoke first. "We met with Styles. I am now one hundred percent certain Styles is on our side. He said Morrison is back to himself and feels safe here. Thinks he got away clean. The problem is, AJ said Morrison hasn't said a word about any plans. Of course, we already knew that. Styles doesn't know we are still bugging him or his car. He doesn't need to know everything. Really, all we can do is follow through with our plan. When you chase, you will be surrounded by law enforcement. Mostly centered on the ROW."
Chris sighed. "Only one thing worries me. All those cops out there. I'm sure there will be a severe storm on Sunday, probably a tornado. I have enough on my plate keeping my team safe. I'm not objecting, but I am worried." He did feel responsible for the officers guarding him and his team.
John Layfield responded. "I appreciate your concern, Chris, but there is no need. My officers are trained in tornado awareness. We are not strangers to tornadoes. After the big one in June of ninety-five, we both insisted on advanced training. Our boys know what to do. They are all trained spotters as well. So you only have to worry about your team. Besides, we will be more worried about you. For all I've read, and what my colleagues here have told me, Morrison is a real worry. Anyone who can kill an armed officer is a scum bag. Ron and I will do everything in our power to nail the little bastard." Layfield spoke with anger. Morrison made him feel that way.
Chris felt a weight lift from his shoulders. "That is very, very good. More departments should do that, especially in tornado alley. Also, aside from being a Pastor, Shawn is a Registered Nurse. We are all trained in advanced search and rescue. Well, that is Shawn, Hunter, Adam and I. The boys help when they can. We've had a busy season in search and rescue this season. Alright then, I won't worry about your troops, Chief. They know what to do." He was glad. Worrying about Rover and Scout was enough.
Layfield nodded. "That's fine, Chris. The last thing we want is to interfere with your work. What you do is such a service to others. That's why your dinner was compliments of Kofi. He knows what it is like to lose someone in a storm. He also said to tell you, he is glad you finally decided to live stream."
"That was all Dean's idea. He is responsible for the live stream. I am glad your son watches. Be sure to thank him for the wonderful food." Adam quickly spoke up. He wanted Dean to get the credit he so richly deserved.
Kyle Miller looked up from the map Hunter had given him. "Chris, has anything changed?" He was the one coordinating everyone with Sheriff Ron's help.
"So far, it's the same. Seth and I need to check things. We will know more tomorrow. Just remember, things can change in a split second. I gave you our radio frequency. It's best just to listen and adjust as the situation changes. So far, the storms have been really… strange and rogue." Chris spoke with a thought filled tone.
Kyle nodded. "I understand, Chris. We will also watch the live stream. You can bet Morrison will be watching too. As my brother said, all we can do is watch and wait." He was frustrated but, it was all they could do… watch and wait.
Shawn spoke softly. "If nobody would be offended I would like to read something from the Bible." He looked at the roomful of stressed out men, mostly the law enforcement officers.
No one objected so Shawn opened his Bible. "This is from First Corinthians, Chapter sixteen, verse thirteen. Be on your guard, stand firm in the faith..." He was halted by a new and strange voice.
"Be men of courage, be strong." The voice belonged to an older black man. The man wore a K and J's Pizza shirt.
"Ron!" John Layfield stood and greeted the man at the door with a kiss and a smile.
Ron entered the room. "Sorry, folks. That's the verse the Deputies in my prayer group say every morning before they go out on patrol. By the way, I am Gray County Sheriff, Ron Simmons. Sorry I am late, but the boys were swamped over the dinner hour." His voice was deep but warm and friendly.
Introductions were made and hands shook. Shawn, Hunter, Chris and Adam made and served more coffee as the law enforcement officers caught Ron up on what they had discussed. After thirty minutes, everyone had settled down again.
Kyle Miller was the first to speak. "By the way, Shawn. Thank you, you too, Ron. Sometimes I do forget. I also want you all to know, I am not frustrated with any of you, just the waiting. We simply don't have the evidence we need to slap Morrison in jail right now. Sometimes the legal red tape really angers me. We all know the man is guilty, but we can't do a damn thing about it." He took a deep sip of coffee.
"I can understand that, to a different degree of course. There are a lot of things I'd love to do with ROW, but, I have to ask the University. They say no a lot more than they say yes. Like with the live stream. I had to go through three departments, including legal. It is frustrating that we can't film ROW or the probe launches, and honestly not give me a really good reason. Red tape is just… stupid." Chris threw up his hands as he ended his little rant.
Kyle nodded. "Yes, it is. Well, nothing we can do about it. Oh, Ron are your Deputies trained about storms like John's?"
Ron swallowed his sip of coffee. "They sure are. They are used to being out in the county. When a tornado threatens, we have to keep an eye on the gas fields. It can be bad if one makes a direct hit. My boys report directly to the plant managers if storms get too close. They send crews out immediately to check for damages. Some of those fields are isolated. That's why the road system is so good in remote areas of the county." Ron spoke with utter confidence.
Hunter looked at the Sheriff. "Are those roads open to the public or are they gated? If we're making a probe run, I don't want to get tapped by a locked escape route." His brow arched It would be bad to be unexpectedly trapped.
Ron reached over and took the map Hunter had. "Ninety percent of them are open and the public has access. There are a few that are gated. Give me a few minutes and I'll mark them. I can understand your point." He took the red marker Hunter held out to him.
Adam was alert to the conversation. "Um… what happens if a gas field is hit?" His hazel eyes held a look of worry mixed with fear.
Ron looked up from the map. "Nothing for you to worry about. There is a danger of an explosion or fire, depending on the drilling stage. The biggest problem is to the pipelines. A storm could damage the electronics that regulate the flow of gas to the plants. That's why they have to send the crews out so fast. I promise, you aren't in any danger." He gave Adam a look of confidence.
Adam let out a laugh. "Thanks. I had a vision of an apocalyptic explosion. I've seen oil well fires in Iraq, not a pretty sight." He had seen a lot of horrible things as a war correspondent.
"You're that Adam Copeland, well Jericho! I saw your work on television. You got some incredible footage of the Gulf War. I kept trying to tell Ron I thought I knew you as more than a storm chaser, but I didn't think of war zones. I kept up because Ron and I were on the Army Reserve call up list. Luckily, I suppose, our unit wasn't called. We were worried about having to leave the boys. Adam, thank you for your service. You might not have been military, but your work was important." John Layfield got up and shook hands with Adam and gave him a nod and look of deep respect.
Adam wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well, thank you, John. You know, nobody has ever said that to me before. I appreciate that. It was hard, difficult and scary. I would never go back to a war zone." He felt humbled.
"You're welcome, Adam. I don't blame you. I love this country and I would go defend her, but I am glad we didn't have to go. Anyway, more coffee anyone?" Layfield smiled and poured himself another cup. He also refilled everyone else's, glad that Shawn had used the big pot.
Chris and Seth looked at their laptops. Roman and Dean talked in whispers with Adam and Shawn. The four law enforcement officers and Hunter went over to the map Ron had marked.
In room 20, AJ and JoMo did their own things. AJ studied the forecast on his laptop. JoMo looked at the television but he didn't watch. His mind churned over what he was going to do and how to do it. The act of killing wasn't the problem, that was the easy part. It was how to do it that was the issue. He couldn't let AJ in on the plan. He wasn't sure AJ would buy the prank idea for a third time. JoMo got a sudden thought, maybe he'd have to kill AJ first. Then he could hunt down Jericho in the red shoe car. He could ditch the car, then off to Dallas and the airport.
Morrison looked over at AJ. He had grown fond of the man, but it was Drew he loved. The more he thought about it, the more JoMo knew, AJ would have to be the first. That way, nothing could stop him from killing Jericho. He only wished he could be there to see Adam suffer like he had.
AJ felt a sudden chill creep up his spine and spread over every nerve in his body, even the ends of his hair seemed to feel it. He turned his head to look at Morrison. His "pet" laughed as he watched a funny show on the television. JoMo looked at AJ and gave him a soft, pretty smile, and made sure to look as sexy as possible.
"Hows the weather looking, lover?" JoMo asked as he flipped his long hair with his hand.
AJ smiled at JoMo, the cold chill was gone. "Sunday for sure. What would you like to do tomorrow? When I was out, I saw a billboard for a water park. How about a day of fun in the sun?" He thought the water park looked like a really cool place, especially for a place as small as Pampa.
Morrison grinned. "Sounds like fun. Especially since there isn't a pool here. I could use some good tan time. Let's do it, lover." He thought he could give AJ one last, good day, he owed the man that much.
AJ shut down his computer. He pulled off his tee shirt and laid down. The two men curled up together and watched the TV. If AJ only knew Morrison's thoughts, he would have known where the spine chilling cold had come from.
In the Jericho's room, the conversation continued. Kenny Omega caught Adam's eye. He nodded for Adam to go outside. Adam had an idea of what Kenny wanted. He gave the man a nod and stood.
"I need something from the car. Dean, come help me find it. The cleaning kit for my camera isn't in my pack." Adam knew Dean was dying to know about tomorrow, and the water park.
Kenny stood. "I'll go with you, just in case." He knew then, Adam had understood.
When they got to the Range Rover, Kenny spoke. "Finally. I wanted to tell you sooner, but there wasn't a chance. Boss says you can go to the water park. Chief Layfield will have undercover officers in place, around eleven. They will stay till you leave. Boss and the Chief said there is no reason you should have to be caged up like animals in a zoo. So, I guess the party is on. I'm to call tomorrow when we leave." He smiled, especially when he saw the happy look on Dean's face.
"Thanks, Kenny. Shawn and Adam were afraid it would be a no go. We'll have to do some shopping and pick up the cake I ordered online during the drive here . Adam, you could say you need a new cleaning kit or something, couldn't you?" Dean looked at Adam with hope. He looked like a boy waiting for Santa Claus.
Adam put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Don't worry, Dean. We will take care of it. Thanks, Kenny. You will be there, right?" He felt safe with Kenny Omega nearby.
Kenny nodded. "Of course I will. I'll go shopping with you as well. I'm sure Seth and Roman will be surprised. Question, how are you going to get them to the water park?" He arched his brow at Dean.
Dean smirked. "Gonna tell them we're going to the park. Only I am not going to mention Seth's birthday. He's already mentioned the park, he saw it online. So, it will be easy. I'll get Ro to keep Seth busy while we set up the party, which, of course, will also keep Ro busy." He looked forward to seeing the expressions on Seth and Roman's faces.
"Sounds good. We'd better go back. I have to ask my husband for the money for a new camera cleaning kit." Adam spoke with a wink.
The trio headed back into the Jericho's hotel room. The visitors were saying goodbye. Adam took the moment of chaos to whisper to Shawn. Shawn whispered back with a nod. He was also glad the party at the water park was on.
It was decided that everyone could sleep in their own rooms, as they would be watched by hidden undercover cops. Kenny went to the Miller brothers room, after a guarantee the Jericho's would be safe. Kenny knew Adam and Chris needed some private time. Chris was extremely grateful as was Adam.
That night, all the storm chasers made love, more than once. They all needed it. It was well into the early morning hours when the seven men finally fell asleep…. All we sexually sated and happy.
In room 20, AJ slept soundly as he and Morrison had also enjoyed the throes of passion. AJ had used his "little pet" well. After all, why not, he'd been used by Morrison, so Morrison might as well make up for it.
Even though his eyes were closed, John "Morrison" Hennigan was wide awake. He had a plan. It would be perfect. People died from accidents at amusement and water parks. Morrison knew one thing for sure, he was an expert in… accidents.