Galen found Ana standing in the middle of the room with a messy hair and a sleepy expression, and he nearly bit his lip trying hard to refrain from commenting. Instead, he stood in front of her, eyes locked onto hers, legs spread slightly apart, fists resting on his waistline.<br/><br/>"I went to check out the place on the ad." he began his report. "It's empty and it's still vacant. No furnishing, but it's new and looks solid - red brick, heavy wood. It's a mansion with twelve large rooms, a main hall, four bathrooms, two kitchens. Empty land, no garden, no fence. Large enough for several more large buildings, by the looks of it; but I am not familiar with the building permits here."<br/><br/>He looked up and down Ana's body. Flip-flops, jeans, shirt. Simple and stylish. This woman was getting on his nerves, but even he had to admit - she looked good. "On the way back I spotted a hotel building for sale. It's maybe 20 minutes driving from here. It's in a tightly populated area, but it could serve as a back-up plan. I can check it out tomorrow evening."<br/><br/>He hesitated. Professional warrior or not, it was difficult for him to accept his subservient position. But the Community depended on him. The Connors depended on him. And his twisted street-thug honor demanded it, so he gave up. "Would you need anything else before dawn?" he asked flatly.