At the safe house, Memorial Day dawned to a cloudless sky. It was already 85° at eight, but for the moment, the air was dry. There was no evidence that on the previous day, the skies had produced a destructive tornado.
In the town of Pampa, Texas the sounds of chainsaws and heavy equipment filled the air. There was a lot of damage, but, all in all, it wasn't as bad as the ninety-five tornado on the west side. Still, it was bad enough.
Ken and Kyle Miller slept soundly. They had patrolled the house until six, when John Layfield and Ron Simmons came to take over. As promised, Chief Layfield brought a large cooler filled with steaks to be grilled later.
In the kitchen of the safe house, Carrie, Beth, Hunter, Shawn, Adam, Chris and Kenny sat and enjoyed pancakes and sausage made by Dean. Roman and Seth kept plates and cups filled. They would eat later, when the others had finished.
"Dean, these pancakes are so light, they need to be nailed down. Best I've ever eaten." Carrie complimented as she ate her fourth helping.
Dean actually blushed as he flipped the six pancakes that cooked on the stoves built in griddle. "Glad you like them. I got the recipe out of a nineteen forties cook book. I like to read cookbooks like novels." He really did love to cook. It came to him naturally and the librarian and her daughter encouraged him.
"Dean is the cook of the family. I even manage to burn boiling water. Seth makes a mean chili, but Dean is the star." Roman spoke proudly as he filled Chris' cup with coffee.
Dean put the finished pancakes on the serving platter and poured six more rounds of batter. "If no one minds, I'll make potato salad to have with the steaks. Oh and corn on the cob." He didn't want to step on anyone's cooking toes.
Carrie spoke up. "That would be great, Dean. Tell you what, I'll do the garden salad and Beth dessert. She told me about her famous chocolate cake. I want to try it." She poured warm maple syrup on a fifth pancake.
"Sounds wonderful. If we keep eating like this, we will be too fat to chase tornadoes." Adam laughed as he ate his tenth pancake.
Seth laughed. "How about a hundred laps in the pool later?" He filled Adam's coffee cup.
Roman and Dean exchanged a glance. They had no intention of letting Seth go outside. Dean gave Roman a slight nod and spoke.
"Sethie, I was counting on you to help me peel the potatoes and hard boiled eggs. It's a big batch of potato salad." Dean arched his brow at Seth and filled his eyes with hope.
Seth frowned. "Oh well… I wanted to spend the day by the pool. But sure, I'll help you. Roman, you can chop the onions and radishes, oh and the sweet pickles." If he had to stay in and help, so would Roman.
Roman kissed Seth's forehead. "You know I will." He went to make another pot of coffee.
Kenny spoke up. "That's good. Look, I know you are all adults and can make your own decision. I would like you all to stay inside. I think it would just be for the best."
Beth knew Kenny. She saw something in Kenny's eyes, the man was worried, deeply worried. "Look, I agree, you can decide for yourselves, but, I think Kenny is right. It would be safer. As much as we don't like it, Morrison is out there. We don't know what he is capable of."
Chris swallowed his bite of food. "I was going to say this later, but, I was going to make it an order to stay inside. Kenny and Beth have made that easier. Why should we make ourselves easier targets if we don't have to. So, it's an official order, all members of the Jericho Storm Chase team will remain indoors." He had the look of authority in his blue eyes.
Adam gave Chris a pout. "I wanted to tan today. Oh well, I really don't mind. I could use the time to work on my calendar photos. Dean, we can always set up a darkroom, it's a good opportunity." He wanted everyone to know he supported his husband, even if he didn't like it.
Dean grinned. "I'd like that, Obi Wan. We can set up while the potatoes and eggs boil. We can do the sepia film we shot in Dodge City."
"Of course. Oh… wait… the developing gear is in the ROW storage compartment. I forgot." Adam frowned again. That would mean going outside.
Kenny sipped his coffee. "No problem, Adam. Tell me what you need and I'll get it."
Adam smiled at Kenny. "Thanks. I'll write it down. Say, can we find out how AJ is? I'd also like to find out how Justin and Becky are."
Shawn nodded. "I'll call soon. I know how to talk to the nurses. By the way, Chris, I think you made the right decision." He gave Chris a smile.
"Thanks, Shawn. I know being cooped up isn't fun, but, I think staying alive is worth it." Chris raised his coffee up to Shawn.
Beth and Carrie insisted on cleaning up so the college boys could sit down and eat. Adam gave Kenny the list of things he needed. Chris took his laptop into the den, he wanted to work the forecast. Shawn and Hunter started working on doing laundry for the team. It wasn't often they had access to a free washer and dryer. The boys ate and Adam joined Chris to work on his calendar photos. It was cozy, but tension filled the house. Everyone felt like caged animals.
Up in the field, John Morrison sat and sipped water and ate a power bar. He now blended in with the tall grasses. The clothes he'd stolen were reversible. He hadn't even realized that until he woken up. The camouflage color was perfect. After all, the clothes had been made for hunting; and JoMo was hunting.
"Yes, Drew. I promise, I will send Jericho's soul to you, so you can torture it. I will always do what you want." JoMo spoke to the vision of Drew that stood before him in the field. The image smiled at him.
John Morrison, who had once been so sly, clever and calculating had truly lost his mind. He was slowly descending into total madness… with a rifle in his hand and a target in his head.
Kenny Omega went out the front door. He scanned the layout before he moved out of the door. Chief John Layfield and his husband, Sheriff Ron Simmons patrolled the grounds. Two K-9 officers patrolled the barn and shed. Kenny decided he would watch the back, that was where the greatest threat was. He headed over to talk to the Chief and Sheriff.
"Good morning, Sir. I came to get some things for Adam from the ROW. They are going to stay inside, under Chris' orders. That will make it easier. I'm going to watch the back of the house. I just have a feeling he's out there. I hope we can flush him out." Kenny spoke in a low voice and with a serious tone.
John Layfield nodded. "Good. Ken told us to trust your feelings. I wish we could bring out reinforcements, but with the chaos in town, I don't have the spare officers. Ron doesn't either. Oh please, tell the others that Justin and Becky will be fine. They do have a broken leg each, but they were clean and easily set. Both were severely dehydrated, but they will fully recover. Styles is in ICU. He is still in very serious condition, but is stable. The nurse said he isn't out of the woods by a long shot. The one good thing, Morrison missed Styles' heart by a couple of inches. That is all we know." He was happy that Justin was alright, but he was guarded about Morrison.
Kenny gave the Chief a nod. "I'll tell them. They have been wondering about Styles. Well, I'll get Adam's things, give them your report, then patrol the back. Thank you, Sir." He shook the Chief's hand. Kenny went to the ROW. He got what he needed and headed back into the house.
"… so, he's not out of the woods, but, I would think each hour he lives is a good sign. I'm going out back to patrol for a while. I'll take my radio, call if you need anything. I put a radio in the box." Kenny spoke with the storm chasers with a grim face.
Shawn sighed. "I hope you're right, Kenny. It is true, the longer AJ can hang on, the better. The human body can work wonders in healing itself. It is wonderful about Justin and Becky. John and Ron must be happy. You be careful, Kenny. You're part of the family." He gave Kenny a smile and hearty pat on the shoulder.
Kenny returned the Pastor's smile. "Thanks. Um… Shawn, could we have a quick word, in private. As a Pastor?" He arched his brow at Shawn.
"Sure, let's go to the laundry room." Shawn gave Kenny another smile and led the way.
Adam took the radio out of the box of developing equipment. "Here, Chris, you're the leader. We will use the bathroom in the service porch." He was a bit snippy as he spoke.
Chris knew Adam was worried and he felt trapped. That was never a good thing. He got up and went to his husband. He put his hands on Adam's shoulders.
"Honey, I know how you feel about having to stay inside. It's for our safety. I couldn't bear it if something happens to you. Once you start working on your pictures, you will feel better. Remember, set an example for the boys. Be my strong, brave boy." Chris spoke softly and gave Adam a gentle kiss.
Adam laid his head on Chris' shoulder and wrapped his arms around Chris' waist. "I know, I know. I need to be strong for the boys and the team. But… being like this… reminds me of being in the war zone… waiting for a sniper to blow my head off. I never wanted to have that feeling again. You can't possibly understand how that feels, my Lion. Seeing my colleague cut down like a hunted animal. Especially when your in the same danger." Adam didn't cry, but he clung to his husband.
Chris rubbed Adam's back. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think of you going through all that. All I can do is be here for you. I hope that's enough. I love you so much, my Kitten." He held Adam close.
Adam nuzzled Chris' neck. "I love you, so damn much. You're being here is enough. You are my strength, my heart and my soul. I'm sorry. I will pull myself together. I am alright now. You go back to work, I'll go set up a dark room. Thank you, my love." He gave Chris a kiss, he did feel better.
Chris returned Adam's kiss. "You're my life. Go on, get lost in your pictures. I will be right here."
As Chris and Adam talked, so did Shawn and Kenny. Well, Kenny talked, Shawn listened.
"I want to ask you to do something for me, please. If anything happens to me, let Kota know. He is oh-one on my cell phone speed dial. Also, make sure he knows about a letter I wrote for him. It's in my file, in the safe, at the Police Station back in Dodge City. Ken and Beth will know where to find it. I just wanted someone I know and trust to call Kota. You are the best for that kind of call. I hope you don't mind me asking. I am not planning on needing the favor, but, well, we never really know, do we?" Kenny looked at Shawn, hope etched on his face. He knew he asked a lot of the preacher.
Shawn smiled. "Kenny, I am honored you felt you could ask me. I pray the need won't arise, but, rest assured, I will take care of Kota. And no, I don't mind that you asked. Now, lets have a bit of prayer before you go outside." He placed his hands on Kenny's head. Shawn asked for protection and that no one would get hurt.
"… Amen. Thank you for that, Pastor Shawn. Thank you for Kota, he will like you. Alright, I am going out now. Thank you again." Kenny shook Shawn's hand with a grateful smile. He left to patrol the backyard.
Adam nearly crashed into Shawn as he carried the box of developing gear. "Sorry, mom. I'm going to turn the bathroom in here into a dark room, okay?"
Shawn rolled his eyes. "No, son. I don't mind. And stop calling me mom." He gave Adam a swat on the butt and went to find Hunter.
"Okay, mom!" Adam called out behind Shawn. With a laugh, he went to set up the dark room.
In the kitchen, Dean had put the potatoes and eggs on to boil. He wanted time for them to cool before they were peeled and chopped.
Carrie made a pot of coffee. "Dean, wouldn't it have been easier to peel the potatoes before you boiled them?" She thought of how she made potato salad.
"Probably, but the skins add a lot of flavor. I always boil them in their jackets, even for mashed. You can tell me if it makes a difference." Dean gave a shrug, but he was curious about it.
Carrie grinned. "I will. It makes sense though. Why don't you go help Adam. I will let you know when they are done. Ten minutes on the eggs?" She looked at Dean like a kind mother.
Dean smiled. "Ten to twelve. Thanks, I would like to help Adam." With a nod, he went to do just that.
Roman and Hunter sat in the living room. Seth and Chris worked on the next forecast. Shawn and Beth busied themselves with some housework.
"I wish I had the probes. We could be working on the ones that need to be repaired." Hunter sighed, he needed something to do.
Roman agreed. "Me too. Guess we could ask. The are in Scout right? It is in the garage, and the door is shut. Technically it isn't outside." He had hope on his face. He too wanted something to do.
"True, but, I will ask Chris. I am not making that mistake again." Hunter stood. "Come on, let's ask." He led Roman to the den.
Chris was fine with a very quick trip to the garage. Hunter and Roman were soon content, working on the probes on the living room floor.
The morning passed quietly. No one wanted a big, hot lunch so sandwiches were made and eaten in various work places.
When the Miller twins woke up and came downstairs at three-thirty, they found Dean, Roman and Seth working at the kitchen table.
"Hello, boys. Ooo, potato salad?" Ken asked as he poured a cup of coffee for himself and then one for Kyle, who also sat at the table.
"Yes, sir. We made sandwiches earlier. Beth and Carrie put yours in the fridge." Dean nodded to the fridge as he peeled a boiled potato.
Ken went to the fridge. He pulled out a plate with four ham and cheese sandwiches. He carried the plate to the table and sat next to his brother. The twins dove in like starving dogs.
Kyle swallowed a bite. "Where is everyone?" He hoped everything was alright.
Seth answered. "Miss Beth and Miss Carrie went up to take naps. Chris is in the den with Adam. Hunter, Roman and Shawn are in the living room. Kenny is patrolling out back. The Chief and Sheriff are on patrol in the front. We aren't allowed to go outside by orders of Chris." He peeled hard boiled eggs as he spoke.
"Good. We were hoping everyone would stay inside. Better not to make easy targets. Ken and I will grill the steaks later. At least the grill is back out of the way, in the corner of the pool deck." Kyle started in on his second sandwich.
Ken laughed. "What you meant was, Ken will grill the steaks. You burn hot dogs, dear brother. I will grill, you will watch and learn."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "I burned one hot dog, at camp, when we were twelve years old. You can't let anything go, can you?"
"Nope." Ken answered with another laugh. All those who heard, laughed at the brother's antics.
Everyone froze when the sound of a gun shot was heard from the back yard. Ken and Kyle went into "cop mode" in a split second as they drew their weapons.
"Everyone into the den, now!" Kyle ordered as he and Ken headed for the front door. Better to go out that way to stay safe. Before they got to the door, Beth and Carrie had joined their bosses, guns drawn.
The members of the Jericho Team went to the den. It was a windowless room, as it had been the original garage of the house. Hunter closed the door. He too had drawn his weapon. Shawn joined his husband, his gun in hand.
Seth sat on the floor in the corner with Roman on side, Dean on the other. Chris and Adam also sat on the floor, in the other corner. They were all on edge, unsure of what had happened.
"Sh...should we… ca...call Kenny?" Adam could barely get the words out, he shook so hard.
Hunter shook his head. "No. It could distract him at the wrong time. Just breathe everyone. We are perfectly safe in here." He spoke with confident authority.
Everyone jumped when Kenny's voice crackled on Chris' radio. "Chris? This is Kenny. You there?" His voice sounded normal, not stressed.
Chris pulled out the radio to respond. "Yes, Kenny. Go ahead." They all waited for what the officer had to say.
"You can all relax. It's a false alarm, so to speak. It was either me, or the rattle snake. I had to shoot. Sorry I couldn't warn you first. You can go back to what you were doing. I am sorry. Omega, out." If possible, Kenny sounded sheepish more than anything else.
Chris gave a laugh from relief. "It's alright, Kenny. Rather the snake than you. Stay alert. Thanks for letting us know. Chris, out." He stood and held his hand out to help Adam up.
Hunter and Shawn holstered their weapons. Roman and Dean helped Seth to stand. "Well, that was… I'm glad he saw the snake before it bit him. Back to business guys." Hunter opened the door as he spoke.
Shawn nodded. "I dealt with a rattle snake bite during my practical training at the hospital. It was not nice. Well, this came at a bad time, but we're alright. So like Hunter said, back to it."
Chris and Adam went back to their computers, which were in the den. Hunter and Shawn went back to the living room. They still worked on cleaning the probes. The college students went back to the kitchen to finish the potato salad prep.
A few minutes later, the Miller brothers, Carrie and Beth returned to the house. They were talking about the rattle snake Kenny had shot.
"Fourteen buttons, that was a big snake. Kind of a shame to waste the skin. Well, Kenny is lucky he didn't get bit." Kyle remarked as they stood in the kitchen. Beth started yet another pot of coffee.
Ken nodded. "Yeah, he is. I've seen snake bites, they can be very nasty." He recalled a child who'd been bitten by a rattler. The child lived, but the call had been a bad one. He hoped to never see the like again.
Ken then went to talk to Chris. "By the way, John and Ron have gone to see Justin. They will be back later. Dolph and another officer are on patrol in their place. Kenny said to say sorry again and hopes you weren't too unnerved."
"Well, it wasn't fun." Adam spoke under his breath.
Chris gave Adam a pat on the shoulder. "It's alright, baby. Thanks, Ken. I'd rather have been scared for no reason than have Kenny bitten. Shawn has things for snake bites, but no anti venom. It has to be kept cool, and it's really expensive. So far, in all our years of tromping in fields, we've never been bitten. It worries me when Adam goes in to those old buildings to take photos."
"That can be a worry. Well, I'll leave you to it. Call if you need anything." Ken gave the couple a nod. He then joined Kyle in the living room. They were going to play chess. There was a nice marble chess set on one of the end tables.
"Okay, everyone out of the kitchen. Time for me to make the dressing for the salad. It's top secret." Dean declared with a wave of his hands. Roman went to help Shawn and Hunter and Seth went to the den to work on the forecast with Chris.
Carrie and Beth went to fold the towels Shawn had washed and dried. Everyone wanted to stay as busy as possible. It was better than sitting around being worried.
Dean finished up the big bowl of potato salad. He then began to shuck the corn John and Ron had brought with the meat. Dean enjoyed being in the kitchen, it relaxed him, even more than taking pictures.
Dean recalled the time the librarian taught him how to make bread. He was so grateful to the librarian and her daughter and thought of them often. Dean hoped they were both alright. Sometimes, he wished he knew where they were. He also wondered if they ever thought about him. Dean swore he would keep his promise to pay their kindness forward one day.
Seth came into the kitchen. He got root beers for Chris, Adam and himself. He saw that Dean was lost in some deep thought. Seth quietly got the drinks and left Dean alone. That was part of a threesome or any relationship really, everyone needed their alone time at some point. It was a matter of respect.
Dean never knew when Seth came and went. He was lost in happy memories of his life with the librarian and her daughter.
At four, Kenny Omega came inside. He was hot and tired. He needed a rest to regain his alertness. He found everyone in the living room. They played a game of charades.
Kenny grabbed a bottle of water, and joined the others. Everyone greeted the police officer warmly. Kenny smiled and sat on the floor.
"Guys, I am really sorry I sent you into a panic when I shot the snake. I ran into it by a fallen log in the field. I wouldn't have killed it, but it struck at me." Kenny explained, then took a deep drink from his bottle of water.
Chris spoke up for the group. "Don't worry about it. We are all glad you weren't bitten. How are things out there?" He arched his brow in question.
"Hot and quiet. Too quiet, if I am honest. I will tell you the truth, always. I found this in the grass around the pond." Kenny pulled a piece of plastic from his pocket. He handed it to Detective Sergeant Ken Miller; his boss.
Ken took the piece of plastic and looked at it. "It's a wrapper from a power bar. It's new." He handed it over to his brother.
Kyle took the wrapper and looked at it. "You're right, it's not old at all. No fading or other wear. Morrison?" He looked to Kenny, his face set in stone.
Kenny nodded. "That would be my guess. I searched over two miles, but that was all I found. It has to be him. That wrapper is too new and perfect to be random. He is out there, watching. I wish I knew how to draw him out."
Ken nodded. "I have to agree. This didn't just blow in. Maybe we should send the dogs out to find him." He spoke in a thought filled tone.
"I thought of that, but no, Morris is too quick. He will see the dogs and run. I felt like I was playing cat and mouse with him all day. He is very good. The fact that he is a parkour expert doesn't help. He is also able to hide in small places. I also have to wonder how he found this place." Kenny was also lost in thought as he spoke.
Ken and Kyle both shrugged. Kyle spoke. "He's been an enigma since our encounter back in Guymon. However, like any criminal, he will eventually make a mistake. We just have to get him before he can act. We are going to have to think of a way to get him to show himself. Dogs would be the answer, if we had an army of men to be in the field. Come on brother, it's about time to fire up the grill. Who knows, maybe it will draw Morrison out."
The twins stood. Ken had a thought. "We will leave the sliding glass doors open to this room. Let Morrison see in. Don't worry, we will have a close eye out. Is everyone alright with that? You have your vests?" Ken looked at the storm chasers.
"Yes, and we will put them on." Chris spoke as the leader. He put his trust and their lives in the hands of their law enforcement friends.
Kenny held his rifle in his hands. "Chris, I am going to use your room as a look out post. It has a perfect view of the backyard and field. Put your vests on, better safe than not."
Everyone did as told. Kenny went upstairs, the Miller twins went out poolside to light the grill. Carrie and Beth also took look out positions, Beth upstairs, Carrie downstairs. Dean went to the kitchen, Seth and Roman followed.
From his hidden spot, high up in a tree by the pond, John Morrison watched. He'd gone on alert when the sliding glass door opened. He gave a near silent chuckle when he saw the twin Detectives step out of the house. JoMo watched as they went into an alcove where the barbecue grill was set up. He hoped that Jericho would show himself, just long enough to put a bullet in his heart.
Morrison looked over his shoulder, Drew was in the tree with him. "Don't worry, my love. It will be over soon. You will have Jericho's soul to play with." He gave Drew a smile. The vision of Drew in Morrison's crazed mind smiled back.
In the living room of the house, Shawn spoke. "It's going to be alright, Adam. They just want us as safe as possible. Actually, we should wear vests like this when we chase. They would help protect us from flying debris." He tried to keep Adam focused and calm. Shawn knew the bullet proof vests only added to the stress of the situation.
"You know, that's a good thought, Shawn. I'll consider it. Adam baby, it is going to be alright. Be strong." Chris leaned over and kissed his husband as the sat on the couch. Adam was pale and shaken.
Adam leaned on Chris. "I'm okay, or will be. It would be a good idea to wear a vest during the probe runs, especially land probes. Those winds kick up a lot of flying debris." He tried to focus on anything but John Morrison.
Roman came into the living room. "Hey Ken? Dean said to let him know when you put the steaks on so he can start the corn." He called out to the men outside.
"Will do, Roman. Coals will be read in about twenty minutes." Ken answered from the door.
Because of the situation, Dean and Seth were doing the garden salad Carrie was going to make. Beth had managed to make her cake earlier in the afternoon.
Roman returned to the kitchen and relayed Ken's message to Dean. He began to clean the radishes. The tension in the air was thick.
Seth nearly cut his finger when the front door suddenly opened. "It's just us, John and Ron." The Sheriff's deep voice called out. Everyone let out the breaths they held at the intrusion.
John Layfield and Ron Simmons went to the living room, hand in hand. John spoke. "Sorry we didn't call first. To be honest, we didn't think about it. Just and Becky send their deepest thanks. They both hope to be able to see you again. So, what's going on?" He and Ron sat down on the smaller couch. They both looked rested and refreshed.
Ken and Kyle stepped into the room and brought their fellow officers up to date on the situation. "...so vests are on and Omega, Reynolds and Phillips are watching the back from here. Oh, Kenny found this in the grass by the pond." Kyle held out the power bar wrapper Kenny had found.
John took the wrapper, and carefully examined it. "Brand new. This came from Stars Gas Station. They are the only ones that carry this brand." He handed the wrapper to his husband. Ron nodded in silent agreement.
"We thought about using the dogs to flush him out, but decided he was too smart for that. What if we went outside to eat?" Ron spoke in a thought filled tone. He and John had discussed different ways to flush Morrison out on their way to the safe house.
Adam's eyes went wide. "With all due respect, Sheriff but, are you insane? He wants to kill my husband and you want us to go out there and become targets? That is asking too much!" He crossed his arms over his chest. His hazel eyes held sparks of anger.
"What if I go out there, disguised as Chris? Like I was helping to grill the steaks?" Dolph asked from the living room door. He had come in to briefly use the bathroom.
John and Ron looked at each other. This was their future son-in-law, volunteering to put himself at risk. What was the right thing to do?
Dolph saw the exchange between Justin's parents. "Justin would support it. He knows what my job means to me. Also, he would want me to help those who helped him. Let me do it, boss. It will flush Morrison out." He spoke with utter sincerity. He hoped his future in-laws would agree.
Again John and Ron looked at each other. A look passed between them. As Dolph's boss, John spoke. "Alright, you can do it. We know Justin, and yes, he would support this. We both know the hours you spent with Justin, talking about your jobs. You have never once complained about all his time at the restaurant. He has never once complained about your hours of shift work. Nothing will make Ron and I prouder than walking Justin down the aisle to you and having you join the family. Chris, if you would help Dolph become you, it would be appreciated." John turned from Dolph to Chris.
Adam stood. "I'd better go too. Nobody can spike Chris' hair correctly but me." He was deadly serious, but Hunter let out a slight snicker.
Adam rolled his eyes at Hunter and followed Chris and Dolph upstairs. Dolph explained the plan to Kenny when Kenny saw them enter the master bedroom.
"Great idea, Dolph. Very brave of you. Just… keep your eyes open. He is out there, I just know it." Kenny spoke as a fellow officer.
"Me too. Keep an eye on the tree line, up high." Dolph had the same feelings as Kenny.
"You got it." Kenny gave a nod. He looked through the sniper scope on his Carbine.
By the time Chris and Adam had finished, Dolph looked exactly like Chris. Especially from a distance. When they went downstairs, even Dean had to blink twice with his photographic eye.
John pulled Dolph aside in the kitchen. "Keep your head, son. You can do this. We're proud of you, Justin will be too. Just remember, Morrison is like a caged animal."