*Whoosh-Whoosh-Woosh-Woosh* what could that noise be? Samuel didnt seem bothered by it. He simply walked towards the back of the box car. 

*Whoosh-Whoosh-Woosh-Woosh* louder this time. As ig whatever it was was getting closer. Trees near the train started swaying as if pushed by a strong wind. Samuel opens the back door and the sight of traintracks dissapearing behind you is visible all the way to the mountain.

*Whoosh-Whoosh-Woosh-Woosh* now the sound was incredibly loud, and noticably fast. All of a sudden, in front of the open door, a rope ladder apeared! It just fell from the sky!

"C'mon lets go!" Samuel shouts over the ruckus. His blond hair was wavig about as if running from the open doorway. Any loose clothes and articles in the box car were pushed away as well. Samuel's shirt was pushed up and aside a few inches by thebincredible wind that was pouring through the doorway, showing what years of hard mercenary work does to your body. Along with several scars, a well defined abbdominal region was beared seemingly as a proud trophy to show for his hard work. As if his billion dollar bank account, great hair, and tonned skin woulnt make him good enough, right?

Sammuel was waving at you to hurry over. He knew that you likely wouldnt be able to climb the ladder against the wind currents, so what coul he possibly expect you to do? This was a task for marines or somethig! None the less, he held the ladder and kept signalling you over.