Immediately, guns came out in everybody’s hands. Predator at the ready in his right hand, Thumbs made a fist with the left, and four blades extended from his left arm to the full nineteen centimeters. They could see that the doss was huge, occupying what should have been another floor above it. Place was large enough to land a helo here without hindrance. They followed a dim hallway through a string of closed doors, which led to a stained glass window of a lighthouse sweeping the sea at night. Illuminated by the street lamps, it was beautiful. Above the hallway, a balcony edged a second tier with curtained windows on either side of a second corridor. Pure rotting posh. In its heyday, this must have been some deluxe doss for toffs like visiting royalty and other drekheads. Nowadays, it was a flop.