"Probe one to Probe two," John said into the mic. "Can you come up here and get Olivia and Hannah? I want them out of this area..."

"Coming now," Emily said. "Have them ready to just jump in my truck..."

"Copy." John said. He spun in his seat to face the two girls in the back seat. "Hannah get your stuff packed up so you can just jump into your mom's truck." Eric slowed the truck to a stop and him and John jumped out to go ready the probe for a deployment. Hannah dropped her laptop in her diaper bag. It was the only thing she'd had out. Through the windows, Hannah could see the rain starting to move horizontally. The sky had turned a grey-green color and Hannah knew this was about to get really bad. In the drivers side mirror, she could see the headlights of the truck her mom drove approaching through the rain covered windows. A loud clap of thunder startled her and she wet her own diaper. Probe two slid to a stop next to the truck and Hannah pushed open the door closet to where Probe 2 stopped.

The wind was pushing so strongly that the door had closed before either girl had started to get out. Eric had seen the struggle to get the door open and had worked his way up to the back door of the truck. There was a loud plinking sound as the wind drove hail into the windshield and hood; eventually causing the windshield to start cracking. This time when Hannah and Olivia attempted to leave the safety of Probe one, they both pushed on the door to open it, and after they had gotten out, the wind had pushed the door shut again. The pair moved to the other truck and pulled the door open. Olivia jumped in and landed on the seat next to Emily, Hannah landed on top of Olivia. Once thier bodies were in the truck, Emily punched the gas causing the tires to spin and truck to lurch forward. The door slammed on Hannah's left ankle and she screamed in pain. Olivia finally got herself to where she was sitting upright in the seat, and she helped to pull Hannah fully into the truck.

"It hurts!" Hannah exclaimed, reaching down to start to undo the laces on her boot.

"Stop," Emily said making a left turn, causing the back end of the truck to fishtail. "It's going to swell, leave it in the boot until we can get it looked at." The truck came to a dead end and Emily looked around. She had no clue where she was. "Right now, I need you to tell me where we are and what the storm is doing..."

Hannah spent a few moments examining the map as hail pelted the truck, the pain in her ankle forgotten momentarily. "Go left, next road make a right." Hannah said finally. She quickly switched screens on the computer, switching back to the radar instead of the map. "Oh God..." was all that she said.

Eric got in the truck and struggled to pull the door shut. John looked at the screens before a chunk of hail broke the passenger side window of the truck, hitting the display of the laptop right in front of John, cracking it. This was getting bad, and they needed to get out of the area fast.

"Get us out of here," He said, grabbing the microphone for the radio. There was a very distinct crash as more hailstones impacted the truck. Eric looked out of his mirror.

"Antenna's gone..." he said, like it was a normal occurrence to lose the fiberglass antenna that had been mounted on the truck. It had never happened before on any of the vehicles, and would probably never happen again. John reached for the cell phone, only to see 'no signal' in the upper left hand corner of the display before the phone blanked out due to the deluge of water coming in the shattered window. Eric threw the truck in gear and started down the road before a telephone pole dropped in front of the truck.

Hannah was watching the radar closely. She watched the dot for her dad's location drop off the map, come back, drop off again and stay off. Hannah didn't mention it to her mom, she needed to concentrate on driving. Usually when it happened, it simply meant that there was a dropout in cellular service, however there had been full signal strength moments before. After examining the radar, Hannah made a judgment call on the storm.

"It's rain wrapped," she said aloud, her voice not as confident as she hoped it would be. "There is a debris signature, and storm motion is all over the place."

"Where's your dad?" Emily asked, slowing briefly at a stop sign before mashing the gas and flying though it.

"His dot dropped off the map a few moments ago." Hannah said, her own voice sounding fearful.

Eric threw the truck in reverse, and punched the gas, sending the truck backwards. He slammed on the brakes, cranked the wheel, dropped the truck in gear and went back the way they had come. Right before there was a road on the right, another telephone pole blocked the road. Eric slowed to a stop and looked at John.

"What do you think?" Eric asked, curiously wondering what John's decision would be.

John examined the situation. He had lost his laptop with the mapping display on it, as well as the phone. He knew that the other direction was blocked and he could see the road that they needed to take. "Go over it..." John said, still not sure this was the right decision, but something needed to happen and this was as good an idea as any.

"Ok..." Eric said, putting the truck in four wheel drive low and crawling toward the fallen telephone pole. The truck stopped as the front tires hit the telephone pole. Eric gave the truck a little bit of gas, and it easily climbed over the pole. There was a thud as the front wheels came back down to the ground. Eric punched the gas and ran the back wheels into the telephone pole, the tires spinning briefly before catching and climbing over the pole. Eric made a right and punched the gas again. It seemed that they were out of immediate danger.