Five floors, that was all it held. About twenty rooms on average on each floor, give or take some. The windows were grand, it's flat glass about ten feet tall. Each one was bullet proof since he knew it was best to be safe rather than sorry. Rich green curtains hung near each one from inside the house and the gray color on the outside of the house matched it great.
He looked over to the stairs, five flights leading up to the front door. Two waiters waited at the door. But they only looked like waiters. Bodyguards armed to the teeth, quite literally, stood there, holding themselves stock still. They kept themselves fully aware of their surroundings as they watched over their charge. Him, of course.
Turning back to the limo, he paused momentarily to remember whether Angel had ridden with him or not.