Chapter Eighteen

Grabbing one of his bags, Alex quickly chose a few personal belongings, a weeks' worth of clothing, and headed out the door. Sitting back behind the wheel of his car he took out his cell phone.

After a few rings, on the other end of the phone a young man answered. "Hey, Walter how's it going. You never call me is everything ok?"

"Of course why wouldn't it be?" Alex replied. He never included his best friend on his adventures, and when Alex funded him he never asked what the money was used for. He made sure as well, not to let his friend know he changed his name shortly after he was awoken. He was Walter to him, he would always be Walter, the rich entrepreneur who inherited a small fortune in the wake of his parent's death.

"So how's the FIJI? Still the best?"

"None better." Alex replied. "Actually Mike, I was calling you to let you know I'm heading out of town and I will have absolutely no access to my funds, I wanted to make sure you're straight bro."