It was an autumn evening, Paul was at his sheriff house, or rather hut at the drive entrance to the Ironbark forest. Evenings like these were usually uneventful, he had to stay close to the radio recievers most of the time and just wait for something to happen, but that was his reality for a while now.

As he was sitting in his living room he suddently got a call, on the recivier he could see that it was from the only active lookout.