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June 17, 2014, began as a day of ominous promise in the state of Keysota. The Storm Prediction Center had taken the rare and serious step of issuing a Moderate Risk for severe storms, but for veteran storm chasers Silas Donowan and Owen Mercer, the real story was in the numbers. Atmospheric soundings that morning revealed a volatile and explosive environment. Convective Available Potential Energy (CAPE), a measure of the atmosphere's instability, was forecast to soar past an astonishing 5500 J/kg—a value that whispers of atmospheric violence and, for a chaser, an opportunity to witness nature's rawest power. Donowan and Mercer were a formidable team. Donowan, driving his distinctive, heavily modified chase vehicle, was known for his aggressive, data-driven tactics. Mercer, following in his own vehicle, was the calm observer, the one who could read the clouds like a familiar language. They communicated constantly, a two-man symphony of meteorological analysis and calculated pursuit. That afternoon, as towering cumulonimbus clouds began to erupt across the central Keysota plains, they converged on a supercell thunderstorm near the town of Hazelton. It was a monster, a rotating mesocyclone on the horizon that promised the day's ultimate prize—or its ultimate peril. What they encountered was beyond any model's prediction. The storm, feeding on the incredible instability, produced a tornado that would defy easy categorization. It was a violent, multi-vortex wedge, its base churning with debris long before it even touched the ground. The last radar images of the area show a massive debris ball, a radar signature indicating that the tornado was not just lifting soil, but obliterating everything in its path—homes, vehicles, and the very earth itself. Communication with Donowan and Mercer ceased shortly after 4:00 PM. In the days that followed, a landscape of incomprehensible devastation unfolded. Hazelton, a small, quiet community, was essentially erased from the map. Rescue crews sifting through the rubble made a grim discovery. The wreckage of Silas Donowan's vehicle was located, twisted and compressed into a ball of metal, nearly a mile from the nearest road, deep within what had been the heart of the tornado's path. It was a stark, brutal testament to the forces they had sought to document. But for Owen Mercer, there was no such closure. His vehicle was never found. The tornado, with its unimaginable power, had not only destroyed but had seemingly consumed. Theories abounded: it was torn to pieces so small they were indistinguishable from the rest of the debris, or it was carried aloft and deposited in one of the vast, inaccessible tracts of farmland or woodland surrounding the obliterated town. The lack of evidence left a void, a silent, unanswered question that haunted the recovery effort and the chaser community for years. The deaths of Silas Donowan and Owen Mercer sent shockwaves through the tight-knit world of storm chasing. It was a sobering, tragic reminder that the line between observer and participant, between scientist and victim, is terrifyingly thin. The June 17, 2014, Keysota outbreak became a case study in atmospheric extremes, but for those who knew them, it is a day defined by the loss of two men who, in their final moments, witnessed a power so absolute it left no trace of one, and almost none of the other.