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Attention turns to the swirling gray clouds, winds whipping around the area as they raced down the dirt paths and his eyes stared out the passenger window as Jornir kept watch on their systems, voice calling out where the storm was heading, the weather changes forcing them to change course. Skrimm was repeating everything that the redhead said into the radio, letting his friends know of the change from within the other truck, hearing the crackle of Taishens voice replying back, a constant stream of information going back and forth between the group. He grins, wild and bright as rain pelted down upon them, tires squealing against bumpy pavement and as Barnabos slammed against the brakes, pulling to the side of the road, and they were out in the rain in seconds. Glancing to see Queenie bounding forwards to get into their van, sitting next to Jornir and looking over the many screens, yelling out that the tornado should be dropping near them, to the east.
Skrimm skidded, soaked to the bone already as he looked at the skies, swirling clouds darkening and he hollers loudly that he could see the funnel forming, Daisy racing towards him, the camera on her shoulder, filming as winds whipped around them, trees creaking and Taishens voice yelling over the growing winds on where the Professors other set of storm chasers were located, yelling that they also had a funnel and it touched down, whoops and hollers escapes the group, eyes all trained on the funnel, watching with bated breath as it lowered towards the ground, lowering and lowering, touching down sending everyone into cheers, excited movements as the tornado moved across the land.
“Mister Stabbaskotch! Miss Daisy! Jornir says the tornado is gonna turn away, if we want better footage we need ta go!” Barnabos yelled from the van, smacking his hand against the side, “Get moving!”
They followed with ease, spinning around, watching as Taishen climbed into the driver's seat of the truck, Daisy running back and climbing into the back seat while Queenie bolted back that way, nose in a laptop, yelling back at Jornir who was closing the back doors of the van and Skrimm bolted to the van, climbing back into the passenger seat, and in seconds they were racing down the roads again. Chasing after the tornado with excited whoops.