Flight to Freedonia.

Wes was initially shocked at how much he had paid for the all-inclusive Imperial package but he reminded himself that he had the money to burn now.

On the day he had arranged to fly out, a SUV limousine picked him up to drive him to the San Francisco International Airport. Normally the Imperial package would include a first-class seat with a major airline carrier but he paid extra to them to charter a private jet to fly him to the main island. Sure they had to make a couple stops along the way to refuel for the long trip from California to the Caribbean but the privacy and exclusive comforts was well worth the money. Upon arriving at the main island's international airport he was met by a government customs official to stamp his passport and visitor visa as a formality before continuing on to Freedonia.

At private island's small single-strip airport, Wes was greeted by a young, tanned man whose smile clearly indicated enjoyed his job at the resort.

"Welcome to Freedonia, Mr. Palmer, my name is Jay. I'll be talking you to the main building whee you'll be registered," introduced the young manas he motioned Wes towards a waiting white Jeep. Jay stowed the luggage before hopping in the car.

"It's only about five minute to the administration building, Mr. Palmer," the driver told Frank as he started the engine. "We will have you registered in no time so you can start enjoying what our resort has to offer!"