(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQH4_UAuA6pKBsSYj1ojTU494gG5cvjan7oNwIlsmgLFROoMg4&t=1&usg=__NoCkthywZUELoM_Kwft_PzIed0Q=)<br/><br/>Michael didn't really want to do this.<br/><br/>As he stepped out of the van, duffle bag in hand, he turned towards the man who had put him up to this, well, bullshit; his trainer, Louis Maia.<br/><br/>"Remember; no training, no weight lifting, no nothing kid. You are to relax, have fun, and avoid doing something stupid. You've worked too hard to let over-work ruin your career before it even starts. Just get to your plane, enjoy the flight, enjoy the girls, and come back in a week."<br/><br/>Michael just shrugged and headed to the tiny plane that was his destination. He saw someone else, also with a duffle bag approaching the plane, and just assumed that it was another passanger. With a nod of his head towards his direction, he took out his ticket, ready to show so he could board the plane and get this stupid vacation over with. He really didn't like the looks of those clouds, but the weathermen SAID there would be no storm...