As i sat on the bench, I had an idea. Contacting a friend of the family would clear me of any wrong doing, so standing and looking for a phone box, I saw one just on the edge of the forecourt.<br/><br/>Dialing the number I started to get nervous ..<br/><br/>"FBI, how can I help you?" the call was answered,<br/><br/>"Special agent Lloyd please,"<br/><br/>"One moment sir" came the reply,<br/><br/>The phone went silent momentarily,<br/><br/>"Special agent Lloyd is not available at this time please leave a message after the tone ... " that irritating sound of an answering machine, "Beep ... "<br/><br/>So I started to leave a message explaining what was going and I needed help, then the phone was picked up, "Max, how you doing man, sorry I was busy, you sound as if you are in shit up to your eyes,"<br/><br/>"Frank" I replied, "I really need your help," I went on to explain about the guns and the mercenary connections and of course the retreat, possibly being a front for terrorism.<br/><br/>Frank was quiet, "Frank?" I said down the phone,<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah man I'm here, stay where you are, I will get someone to meet you,"<br/><br/>I then told him about Jenny, "She'll be picked up as well, you'll be safe, no worries man,"<br/><br/>The phone went dead, I looked across the forecourt and saw Jenny sitting on the bench.