AN: okay, I had to google this one and found out it was a British term:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_block - so with that in mind
James glanced down from his spot on the balcony, his dark eyes studying the moving truck. Funny, there hadn't been any gossip from the neighbors that Anastasia had told him about concerning that. He sighed - looks like his intelligence officer was slacking on her job. He'd have to remedy that later. He was just about to head in when he spotted something. No, not possible..
He rubbed his eyes and glanced down again, taking in the sight. No matter how many times he looked, he still had trouble believing it. "Of all the tower blocks in all the world, they would have to move into this one," he said dryly. He sighed and quietly wondered if it would be in good taste to bring their new neighbors a fruit basket. Although, would those Joes accept it? He pondered that as he headed inside, still trying to figure out how to tell his Baroness that her sworn enemy, Snake-Eyes, was their new neighbor.
Snake-Eyes shuddered as he had felt someone's eyes on him, but shrugged after a moment - dismissing the feeling.