As the powerful winds swirled around her armored vehicle, Jupiter grinned. She was, as usual, taking the readings and pictures required to do her work, but she was doing so in a methodical way, her habits taking over, while she just sat back and enjoyed the ride. She loved Tornados. The pressure and power of them, and their unbeatability, destroying everything in their path. Sure, they were dangerous, and ruined many lives, but she loved them despite their flaws, because she belonged to the storm, and the storm belonged to her. The tugging sensation of the winds wished to draw her in closer, but yet her vehicle held its ground. She wished it hadn't. The sensation that overwhelmed her was awe, and she would love to be swept away into the sky. This was the job that allowed her to get as close as possible. She could chase storms forever, but it was dangerous and difficult to drive into the winds of a tornado. At least, it was for most people. This was her life, and she wanted nothing less than to chase tornado after tornado, feeling the giddy sensation that was the loss of control, because when she was inside the heart of the storm, the storm was inside her heart.
