“First time at a rodeo?” Clark asks them over the loud roar of people cheering at the bull riders, looking over attentively. He wasn’t wholly sure how he ended up at a rodeo with a person who he was suspicious of at first. They were a good meteorologist from what he collected but he tried convincing himself they were just another person from the city thinking that they know the ins of storm chasing.

First meeting the other, he was interested in their way of navigating a storm. Seeing them looking out at the stormy gray clouds like they could see the process of a tornado forming just by observing. And mostly amused by their snark. When trying to talk to them, they gave him a smart answer. Maybe he was a little egotistical from having a large following and being the “Tornado Wrangler”. Meeting someone who wasn’t impressed by him hurt a bit but he sucked it up.

In the span of a few years, he grew a large following on YouTube with the help of his crew, Bruce, Oliver, Diana, and Barry. Bruce helped with the science part of it all, fixing any issues that might have arisen. Oliver helped by fixing any mechanical problems with their stuff. Diana operated the drone, making sure they captured every shot for Clark's Youtube. Barry's job is the videographer, documenting everything that goes on during each storm. And Clark being the meteorologist, balancing everything out. When they found themselves in Arkansas, they weren’t shocked to see a bigger name try to swoop in with their fancy technology. It was a pain.

Clark kept steadfast, trying to find the best tornadoes out in the valleys to record. He wouldn’t let some city folks stop him from doing what he did best. So, he tried being friends with the other meteorologist. “Don’t have this in the city, huh?” Clark jested, grinning over at them as he adjusted the pale cowboy hat on top of his head as a gust of wind hit them. Before he knew it, he heard sirens going off. He looked at the tornado coming their way. “It’s moving fast. We gotta go.” Clark said firmly, standing up.