David awoke to the sound of his alarm and the soft glow of morning light filtering through his curtains. He yawned, stretched, and reached for the remote to turn on the television. The news anchor's serious tone caught his attention immediately.
"In breaking news, a local man named David Lawrence was murdered last night in a brutal car chase that ended with a gunshot to the head. Authorities are investigating what appears to be a targeted attack. David Lawrence, a white male aged 52, recently divorced and father of two, was found dead at the scene. The community is in shock as more details emerge."
David's heart raced. The name and the violent nature of the crime sent a chill down his spine. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his phone, and dialed Steve.
"Steve, turn on the news. Now," David said, his voice trembling.
"What's going on?" Steve asked, groggy from sleep.
"Just watch. I'll explain everything when we meet," David replied, unable to fully articulate his fear and confusion.
Steve switched on the television and watched in stunned silence as the news report continued. He quickly understood the gravity of the situation and agreed to meet David at their usual spot, a local coffee shop, to discuss their next move.
David arrived at the coffee shop first, his mind racing. He ordered a strong black coffee and found a secluded booth at the back. Moments later, Steve walked in, his face a mask of concern. He slid into the booth opposite David, who was still visibly shaken.
"What's this all about?" Steve asked, his voice low.
David took a deep breath. "That news report... It wasn't just any David Lawrence. It could have been me. They're looking for the right name, but definitely the wrong person."
Steve's eyes widened. "You think they're after you?"
"Yes," David said, leaning in. "And if they can find me, they can find you, Mariah, and Dr. Marsh. We need to come up with a plan to keep everyone safe."
Steve nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. "What do you suggest?"
"We need to be proactive," David replied. "First, we have to ensure our safety. Then, we need to secure the document and make sure it gets to the right people."
David paused, taking a sip of his coffee before continuing. "But there's something you need to know, Steve. Something about my family history. It's why we're safe for the moment, as long as the billionaires are looking in the wrong direction."
Steve leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me everything."
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Echoes of Proxima
Science FictionWhen David discovers his late grandfather's hidden documents, he unravels a secret of cosmic proportions-messages from an advanced civilization on Proxima Centauri b. Suppressed by powerful forces, this truth threatens to upend humanity's understand...