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THE STORM WAS UPON THEM, and there was nowhere to run, to hide, to live, to survive.
Cami then felt a hand clamp around her wrist. She looked to Kate and she nodded to Tyler's truck in the distance. The barrels were still attached and closed, and the truck didn't seem too damaged from the flying debris. It could still work.
"We saving the world?"
At that, Kate nodded and cracked a smile fueled with determination. "Yeah. Let's go save the world."
And they took off.
The pelting rain immediately soaked them and the winds were pushing against their sides, but they didn't dare stop running. They could hear Tyler's, Javi's, and Scott's screams behind them, but they grew fainter and fainter as they got closer to the truck.
Cami ran over to the driver's side and Kate hopped into passenger. Sitting passenger herself enough times, she was vaguely familiar with all the controls and switches on the dashboard. She and Kate could do this – together.
They had been through thick and thin. They had survived a storm once before. They could do it again. And if they didn't, at least they were together.
As soon they were buckled and harnessed in, Cami hit the gas, pedal to the metal, and they were off, speeding toward the dark vortex. She kept her grip tight on the wheel, the winds trying to push them off course, but she stayed straight. The first time, it had been Jeb, the second Scott, and the third Tyler. It was due time for her to be behind the wheel.
"And... Stop! Here!" Kate shouted. Cami slammed on the brakes and quickly pressed the bottom that lowered the anchors into the ground, drilling quickly beneath the dirt. She then fired the rockets of iodide, getting sucked into the oncoming funnel that was about to hit them head-on. The anchors could stand a EF 1, possibly an EF 2. But this? There was no telling if they could survive this.
Kate then flipped the latch for the barrels and pressed the button for them to open, only for nothing to happen. She swore and pressed it again and again, and still nothing. "Come on. Come on!"
Desperate, Cami smacked the button hard. The lids flew off and the polymers were quickly sucked into the vortex. And just in the nick of time, as the funnel was right before them. They prayed the anchors would be enough-
A flyaway car slammed into the truck, knocking the trailer of barrels off the truck. The impact loosened the anchors' grip in the ground and they began to slip. If the experiment didn't work, they would be swept away.
