Acculturation

[Stuart Gillman-Street]

"Bloody hell." Stu yelled as he latched onto the rope and began to pull himself up, slowly but surely. Once he had a steady rhythm going, his mind began to drift to other things. Jesus, how could he tell Crash? It would be harder than anything physical he ever had to do.
He sharply exhaled once he had reached the top, and rubbed dust off his trousers.
"Thanks. Really appreciate it." Stuart put his hand on Luger's shoulder.