Thrill of the chase

~One~

Dr. Ally Romero, One of Storm Chasing's finest and smartest meteorologists, Sat at the Bar alone. Each sip of whiskey she would take, burning her throat slightly. The feeling not being unwelcome.

  There were at least several teams of Storm Chasers in the establishment as well, but she simply ignored them. She just focused on the alcohol filling her system and drowned out the loud music.

  Outside the bar a light rain had begun to fall and the T.v that was currently playing a sports game had switched to a weather news broadcast. The man on screen had dark brown  hair and some strands had a visible gray to it. He had a slightly concerned look on her face as he began to speak.

"Breaking news for North central Oklahoma, Kay county, Noble county, Osage and Pawnee county are under a tornado warning." The man on screen began. This made Ally's interest peak and she began to watch the screen. The other Storm chasers stopped in their tracks as well. " stay off road ways and prepare your storm shelter. If you do not have a storm shelter, find the center most part of your house and stay away from windows." he continued.

"And that was  Alan Newman, Filling in for Elly Miller,   with your severe weather update." Jim Ryan, Oklahoma 9 News's top reporter explained.

With that every storm chaser in the building began rushing out the door and to their vehicles, Ally unlike the others stayed put. Sighing deeply, she took another swig of her whisky. She pulled out her wallet and placed down some money before rushing out the door.

"Another day, another storm." She sighed to herself as she got into her truck. The 1985 Chevy Silverado screamed to life as she turned the key in the ignition. Pulling out of the parking lot, she sped down the road behind the other chasers heeding the same way.

The sky became darker the further Ally drove, A greenish tinge starting to appear within the clouds. The fields surrounding her began leaning with the wind. The rain fell harder and hail began to hit the truck.

  Speeding past her and a bunch of other chasers on the wrong side of the road  was a red 1986 Chevy K10 and behind it was a black 1993 Ford f-150. Typical, why wouldn't those two be out here as well.

"Vandan, I would recommend you get on the right side of the road and slow the hell down." Ally's voice was unamused as she talked over the CB radio. To the right of her lightning cracked across the sky.

" It's okay to admit you're just slow Romero." The thick southern accent of Eric Vandan retorted over the radio. The hail began to fall harder and the wind began to scream. To the far right was the supercell, the wall cloud beginning to rotate. Ally couldn't help the smile that began to grow as she watched the wall cloud lower.

"I do really hope that you are paying attention Eric, would hate for you to get too cocky." She replied smugly  as the wall cloud began to drop a funnel.

The hail now grew in size and the wind made it difficult to keep full control of the wheel. Pulling over to the side of the road, Ally parked her truck and grabbed her camera off her dashboard and ran to the passenger side of the truck.  The funnel now touched the ground and began it's destruction throughout the field.

  Up the way, Vandan also pulled over and got out of his truck. The black ford following suit, out of the ford came Eric's girlfriend Dr. Alyssa Raewood. Her raven hair blowing harshly in the wind as she made her way to Vandan.  Raewood turned her head towards Ally and gave her a snarky smile, to which Ally returned while flipping her off.

Focusing on the tornado again,  Ally got as many photos of the twister as she could, her fake snarky smile from earlier turning into a real smile as she watched the force of nature in front of her.