Drax's flight landed in Sani and he had already been in the country for two hours. There was not much of a time difference between the country he left and the country he was visiting, but he had been awake for nearly three days and the short four hours nap he got on the plane was not enough. Pulling his duffle bag over his shoulder he hailed a taxi and headed for one of the country's most luxurious hotels. Drax was the third son of an affluent family. His parents were actually trying for a girl when he was born, although they did not treat him poorly, they definitely did not dote on him the way they doted on his brothers. As a result Drax had a tendency to be rougher and more independent than the rest of his family members. He could never imagine any of his siblings hailing a taxi, no matter how desperate. They would have pre-arranged for a car waiting for them before they disembarked from the plane, but Drax was not sensitive or fussy in that manner.