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The Story:
There was no way he would be able to outrun them in his old car. However this was going to end, it would not be via a car chase. For now, he decided it was best to pretend as though he didn’t know they were following him.
The briefcase in his passenger seat was a magnet to oil company thugs. If he had done better research on companies he presented to, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. He would still be unknown.
Instead, his life was in danger, and simply because he had done it—an oil free automobile that could run for days without needing to be charged. And they hated him for it.
It was either pull over and die or hope for a particularly intuitive driver to rescue him, which was never going to happen.
After dwelling on his hopelessness, he remembered one person. Desperation turned to hope as he leaned over and rummaged through the glovebox until he found a crumpled business card.
He dialed the number on the card and was relieved to hear a voice.
“Lance Collier, Channel 5 News.”
“Lance! Hey, Lance, I’m so glad you picked up. This is Shaun Archer. We met awhile back.”
“Oh, yes, the inventor that punched me for asking questions.”
“Me? No, couldn’t be.”
“It was you. What do you want?”
The pursuing car must have seen him on the phone. Using its front bumper, it nudged his vehicle from the rear. He looked in the mirror and saw a faint outline of a man wagging his finger “no-no.” He was out of time.
“Look, Lance, I’m sorry I gave you a sore nose, but I’m about to die!”
He swerved onto a new street as last minute as he dared, but the car followed with little effort.
“I’m listening,” Lance said.
“What you were asking me about… It’s real. It works. And they’re trying to kill me!”
He made another hard turn, heading into downtown.
“Okay, Shaun, I’m tracking your phone and sending someone who can help you, but I want the full story. Deal?”
“Yes! Yes, deal! Just get me out of this!”
“Good. Head towards the station.”
He made a left turn, dodging a texting pedestrian. If he survived the next few minutes, the whole world would know him.