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tornado chase me . . . that it’d be the other way around the next time. And I knew I’d do everything in my power to learn as much as possible, so I could help people be more aware.” He swallowed hard and shrugged, like he could force the memories away. “Anyway, I’ve been chasing professionally since freshman year.”
    “Wow, I bet that’s incredible,” I said, amazed at how he could take such a devastating experience and turn it into a passion.
    “It is. You should come on a chase with us sometime. It really puts all those reports you’ll be doing into perspective,” he said.
    “I’d love to, but I don’t know the first thing about chasing storms.”
    “You know storms, Blake. We’ve all heard you in class. It’s like you were born predicting. You see things in the sky others don’t.”
    I parted my lips to respond, but my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know he’d paid me that much attention. “Still, I’ve never been in the thick of it. Not like you guys.”
    “Well, we’ll change that,” he said.
    “Yeah, it’d be nice having someone else to listen to other than these two!” John said. “They think they know absolutely everything, and they never stop at the good gas stations. Pretty girl like you, I bet they’d stop where the clean bathrooms are just to be polite.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh because I never would’ve guessed a guy with a faux-hawk would care about bathroom cleanliness. “So, what are all of you majoring in then? I thought all storm chasers were meteorologists.”
    “Common misconception,” Dash answered. “Atmospheric sciences is our field. Though I’m minoring in videography and photography as well.” He motioned his head toward John. “So is he.”
    John shrugged. “They really like me for my skills driving the Tracker Jacker.”
    “Fan of The Hunger Games?” I asked.
    “Don’t get me started!” John set his beer down. “These two give me so much crap for reading the books.”
    “I love the series, too,” I said.
    “Nice.” John stuck his fist toward me.
    I gave it a bump and asked, “What is your Tracker Jacker like?”
    Dash patted John on the back. “A beat-up pickup with instruments hooked to the top that follows my beast of a truck.”
    John cut his eyes at him. “Yeah, act like you’d get anywhere without me.” He turned his attention back to me. “I navigate the paths and am constantly connected to Doppler to help us get ahead of the storms. Can’t always rely on Dash’s ‘instincts.’” John framed the last word with his fingers in the universal quotation mark sign.
    Dash motioned to Paul. “He’s a double-major, alongside engineering.”
    “Wow, that’s a ton of work.”
    Paul shrugged. “These two have to have someone who can build useful and working equipment if they want to be the top chasers in Oklahoma.”
    “It’s nice that you all have an important role.”
    “Still missing a tried-and-true meteorologist though.” John eyed Dash.
    He smiled at me. “Don’t worry. I’m not planning on forcing you to join the team . . . yet.”
    I grinned, enjoying the thought of being part of anything outside my boring routine. “Does the University pay you guys to chase?”
    Paul grunted. “Nope, all the funds come from Dash’s website. We did just get a grant to build some probes—mobile devices with instruments measuring wind velocity, atmospheric pressures, and temperature—”
    “She knows what probes are,” Dash interrupted him.
    “Oh, yeah, of course she does.” Paul tapped the side of his near empty beer glass. “Well, ours won’t be fully operational until next season.”
    John set his mug down. “We just have the tools hooked up to the Tracker Jacker for now. That and Dash’s abilities to get the best footage out there,” he said. “It’s going to be a killer season.”
    “It better be!” Paul interjected. “We’ve spent the whole winter planning for it. I swear if I look at another map for