A few short minutes later and the flight starts to board. There's three planes in all, the first direct to Miami, the second to Panama City about an hour later and finally back north to Havana, landing at a little past 0100 hours local. Ten hours travelling to get just 750 miles, but at least you're still in the same time zone!
Another 45 minutes or so later and you clear customs.

Karl had done a little research with Jack's help before they'd left Atlanta.
"Looks like McClan's set up above and behind a bar in the north east of the city. We should probably get a room for what's left of the night, and hit them up around midday?"

"Sounds like a plan.  Nothing too close to McClan's place, might look suspicious if you're being watched. Probably are.", Palmer said.

Breathing in the tropical Air. i like the plan, we should meander a bit in the morning, playing tourist but working our way to the destination.

"Sounds like a great idea", Melissa said, "Can we find somewhere with a pool if possible please? I'd like to work on my tan".

She was tired from the large amount of travelling she'd done in the last couple of days, but knew she wasn't going to get any major shut-eye soon.

Accommodations are found and a few short hours of sleep snatched. Nobody bothers to crawl out of bed before mid morning, all attempting to reduce the fatigue everyone is feeling.

Eventually though the team finds itself near the building reported to be McClan's HQ. The bar is about as seedy as you could have imagined, but the upper floor does at least have a view of the nearby beach. A casual glance inside reveals barred reception window is located on the back wall with several dozen patrons sitting at the bar or tables in the public area.

"Don't know about you, but I'm thirsty," Karl said stepping towards the bar.
"Who's buying?"