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Within the darkness of Penthouse 5901 came a soft, green glow, paley illuminating the foyer. Immeadiately following the light was a soft bong and a second's hesitation, after which the elevator doors slid open, the silhouette of the Chauffeur pouring onto the floor of the penthouse.

Charles stepped into his new temporary home, looking out into the darkness. "Where the hell is the lightswitch?" he mumbled. As he did, the motion sensors within the penthouse slowly raised the lights, causing its new tenant to let out a low whistle.

He had already begun to explore the new residence as the lights came to full. The foyer opened up into the living room, which acted as the central room of the floor. It was very standard: two black leather couches and a matching love seat in a U-shape, aimed around a large, oak coffee table. Glittering the rest of the room were a few lamps and small side tables. He noticed two doors on his left, one in front of him and to the left, and two on the right. Charles started clockwise from the bottom left. This was the guest bathroom, which was decorated in white and red tiles, the standard bathroom fixtures filling the room. There was another door at the back end, which led to a guest bedroom. It was well-furnished and in soft colors, easy on any guest who, on some strange offchance, would be spending the night.

Next was the kitchen, also in red and white tiling with white cabinets, stove, microwave, dishwasher, sink, fridge/freezer, and so on. The stereotypical coffee maker, electric can opener, blender, and so forth were also present. There was another door in the kitchen, double-hinged, which led into the dining room. This was where the upper-left door led. The dining room had a soft crimson look to it, with oaken chairs and a table, a buffet table, and small serving tables folded and racked in their holder. Above the table was an electric chandelier, the main source of light for the room, though there were also two real candelabras upon the table, ready to be lit.

Out the upper door, Charles crossed to the upper right, where he entered the bedroom. It was huge and lush, bedecked in red and black, much to his liking. Another door within the room led to the master bath, also red and black, with a huge spa tub and standing shower area. "When Mr. Brown goes all out..." he trailed off.

All he had on him were his weapons from his visit with Mr. Brown, since his overnight bag, extra ammo, etc., were still in his other car. He tossed what was left onto the bed, carefully undoing his scythe and setting it down. When he was in the parking garage he had noticed a transport truck big enough to house his car, which would, within the next few days, find its way into the garage.

The last door housed the game room. A pool table, large plasma screen television, entertainment center with all the fixings, and a small library of media. After glancing over the collection he discovered that Mr. Brown must've checked out all purchases/rentals he had made in the last lifetime.

He noticed a small panel on the back wall. Sliding it open, he discovered the same sort of panel that was by the elevator. After stating his name, having his eye and palm scanned, and the required DNA sample being obtained, a door appeared upon the wall, sliding open silently. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed. "That's why this place looked a little small."

The new room revealed a small base most freedom fighters would die for. A large computer room was the first room. From there was a door which led to weapons storage/testing. He made a mental note to drag his client up here to show him just what he'd need all this stuff for, but all in good time. For now, he returned to the foyer, kicked off his shoes, and went back to the gaming room, where he plopped down in front of the T.V. and flipped on some Anime.