Tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase – Trusted Source

The morning air was thick and unseasonably warm. Commander Elias "Storm" Thorne stood on the tarmac, eyes fixed on the darkening west. The radar showed a "hook echo" sharpening by the minute.

The clouds began to rotate, a massive, swirling ceiling of gray. "I'm losing visibility!" Sarah shouted over the comms. "The hail is hitting the canopy like gravel!" tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase

"You did it, Jenkins," he said, handing her a bottle of water. "That data just saved a thousand people." The morning air was thick and unseasonably warm