George was waiting in just outside the station. "I do hope this will not be...."
He spotted Carsten. "Miss Carsten over here!" He said in his Bretonian accent which would make it easy to here over the mass of voices.
She moved to him, while on the way checking everything around once more. "Guten Tag, George. So we meet again, but first time in person. Nice to meet you. As you probably know, I´m here to meet Helga. Need to speak with her."
He walked towards his car. "Yes we better get to her before we are followed... by you know who."
He opened the door for her. "So do you know any more than we do?"
"You are followed?" she asked after the car moved out. "And I´m not sure if I know more than you, because I don´t know what information you have. And also I was few days out, locked in hospital due to injury I had. Last information I have contains Freeport in Omega-3 and seeking somebody for help."
"From what I have found on the Neural Net, I think he might be on Heisenberg but he could have moved on... as for help I think our favourite Bound-shoe movement might be helping him..."
The car turns off the main road. "Well we shall be there soon... and hopefully they have not followed us..."
"Favourite?" Carsten raised eyebrow. "I´m not sure if this is right word. But at least some help.
She made a pause, thinking. "I think we are safe. If they would want to do anything, they already have your address. Or you are hiding somewhere?"
"It was sarcasm... I was referring to the WVA if you are confused..."
The car turned toward a large house. "Well we have just moved in so..." He stopped mid sentence. "Does that door looked... oh god..."
He got out the car quickly.