~Thrill of the chase~

Chapter one: seasons don't fear the reaper

May 15th,1994
Ally's POV:

The power of mother nature is one that is second to none, once you are in her hold there is no chance of getting out. The life you once knew can and will be wiped from you without a moment's notice. The pure strength and force of our planet's angry mother is one that many fear.

But the thrill of it all is what many like myself seek out, the roaring wind, the pelting rain, the quick stinging strike of lighting,The adrenalin, the beauty of the beast so to speak.

Most of us have loved the thought of weather since we were little, some of us have a good relationship with it while others not so much. My brother and I's childhood is what got us into the world of storm chasing.

Though when it comes to storm chasing me and him have gone in different directions. I work with the N.S.S.L and chase on my own, where he works with storm chasing's one and only Dr. Jonas Miller and his team.

Working with a team is not my strong suit, never has been. It's easier to do things by yourself in the realm of storm chasing I think. Though Eddie disagrees with me every time we talk about it. He always explains that his team gets a lot done together and that they work well together, and I always explain how I think it's wonderful that he has his people but I wouldn't want to be responsible for someone else's life if things go wrong hence why I work alone.

Today's conditions were just right for chasing. Sitting at my desk I smiled slightly while taking one last long look at my radar before standing up out of my chair and walking up to Allen.

"Hey Al, I'm going to make my way out there." I say over his right shoulder as he looks at his own radar. He turns his head slightly to look at me.

"Alright, be safe out there today's looking to be one hell of a storm." the raven haired man said while taking a sip of his coffee. I laughed slightly and rolled my eyes.

"Allen,don't you worry about me." I say and he just laughs slightly before responding back.

"Your brother made it my job to worry about you." Allen replied, To which I rolled my eyes and walked away.

"Of course Eddie did." I say with a laugh as I make my way out of the building, walking to my truck ,I looked to my northeast to the brewing storm. I could already tell that it was angry.

My Truck was a black two door 1985 Chevy silverado, The truck was my pride and joy. I made my way into the driver seat and quickly started it. I knew other chasers would be out today but the question was who? It was between three options really, Team Harding, Team Miller and the one I despised most, Team Vandan.

I pulled out of my parking spot quickly and made my way out of the driveway and down the main road. It didn't take long for my Truck to pick up it's speed in the direction of the storm. I could already feel my adrenaline start to kick in at the thought of tornadic activity, but the feeling of dread soon followed those excited feelings. But I quickly did my best to push them away.

Rain started to hit my windshield as I made it to the storm. On the outside of the cell, it was a light rain. After a few more minutes of driving I looked in my rear view mirror then back to the road ahead of me and laughed slightly.

The headlights behind me were all too recognizable, they belonged to that of a 1989 Chevy Suburban dually. I quickly changed the channel number on my C.B to 21 and grabbed the radio.

"Well, well, if it isn't Team Miller." I said while looking in my rear view mirror aging . The Suburban was starting to catch up with my Silverado slightly.

"Well, Well, Dr.Romero. Haven't had the pleasure of hearing your voice in awhile." Said a southern accent I was starting to become more familiar with. I laughed slightly because I could feel Eddie's Bitch stare over the radio.