Even having to see hundreds of naked women going in and out of the shower did nothing to distract Laz from his thoughts. That place underground had a haunted feel to it, something that made him twitch and not from fear. Instead, it was like a tickle in his chest that he couldn't get rid of, one that was an annoying itch he couldn't scratch.
With the lack of guards, Laz knew he would have to stay late, even while the second and third shifts were being called in due to the circumstances, it would take a while for help to show up. After all, they had to sleep sometime and anyone who has ever ran a business knows, calling someone in when they aren't suppose to work isn't a quick process sometimes.
