Go get help and possibly use the distraction for your own theft

“I’ll get security,” you tell Krystal. Before she can respond you head to the exit, down the stairs and off down the corridor.

Where’s security? Where’s security?

Outside the changing rooms.

There’s a couple of staff chatting, one a burly man used to working out and with him a muscular woman, both clad in the leisure centre’s uniform, light enough that they can exercise in it, but enough to cover them up. You break up their conversation to tell them what’s going on in the court.

The woman’s on a walky-talky straight away. The burly man runs off in the direction you came. Once she’s finished, she stands there looking at you.

“Aren’t you going to help him?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “We’ve had a spate of thefts from the changing rooms, so someone has to stay here at all times now. He’ll deal with things until backup arrives.”

She looks at you suspiciously. Well, any idea of stealing knickers is out. She knows you’re here. She’s not leaving.

With nothing better to do, you head back to the court.