Carl pulled up in front of the house on his motorbike.  He had taken the Fireblade down a long track and he was so far from civilisation that he might as well have been living in the past.  He checked his mobile phone reception - nothing.  He pulled off his helmet, revealing his neatly trimmed black beard and short cropped hair surrounding piercing green eyes.  He looked in his pocket at the directions he had been given - yes, this was the right place.<br/><br/>He unzipped the top of his leather jacket, revealing another layer of black shiny material underneath - this time rubber.   His well muscled wore the gear well as he tromped up to the door and gave a couple of knocks