Hiding in a Laundromat

Let it be known that the life of a treasure hunter wasn't as glamorous as Indiana Jones made it on the big screen. Take her situation right now, running through the busy streets in Germany chased by dangerous officers with guns, all because she was trying to locate a guitar owned by the one and only Elvis. There was no get away vehicle with a driver for her to yell "Start the engine!"

The only person she had was her assistant Nigel and they'd made the decision to split up, and rendezvous at the hotel they were staying at to lose their pursuers . That did little to for her situation right now as she looked behind her and still saw 5 officers chasing after her. She bit her lip as she turned a corner, she needed somewhere to hide!

She looked further down the street, she had maybe 10 seconds before the officers turned the corner, so she had to hide in one of these stores. But considering it was very late into the evening the only place that was open was a 24 hour laundromat, it wasn't ideal but considering everything else was closed she had ****.

Running at full speed she barged into the room nearly breaking the door off its hinges, she quickly turned around and closed it. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath from all the running. She could hear a few people running past the door, it was a few seconds before the footsteps faded away, she was safe...for now.

She turned around and saw she had everyone insides attention, for as late as it was there was a lot of people doing laundry. Most unnerving was one man staring at her, he didn't appear to do be doing any laundry, maybe he was working here? 'They've probably never seen someone look as anxious to do laundry before.' She thought to herself how crazy she might've looked to everyone.

Soon the other patrons went back to their own business and resumed what they were doing moments ago. Sydney walked further inside and leaned against a nearby wall, it would probably be safer to stay inside for an hour just to make sure the coast was clear.

"You are not washing anything." She looked to her side and saw the man staring at her from earlier, he was the one who spoke to her.

"Was running here so quickly must've forgotten my bag of clothes." She smiled at him shrugging playfully, hoping that was the end of it.

"You are not washing." It was a statement, not a question. She looked up and saw everyone was staring at her again.

"No, I don't have any clot-" She tried to explain,

"No wash, no stay. Goodbye." He interrupted.

Sydney bit her lip contemplating her options. 'Maybe the coast is clear now?' Right as she finished her thought she heard sirens outside. 'Maybe not.'

She walked over to a machine in a corner no one was using. "I'll just put some money in the machine." She offered, hoping that appease the man.

"No! No wash, no stay, goodbye." He repeated, sounding a lot more angrier at her.

Sydney sighed at the man, better to just do what he asked than cause a scene. She started to unbutton her sleeveless white shirt, she had a tank top underneath so it wouldn't be a big issue to stand around in it for an hour. She looked at the man as she put on a fake smile and threw it inside, she was about to close the hatch and insert money inside before he spoke up again.

"You cannot put just one item in the machine, 7 items minimum." He said, and to remove any doubt the man wasn't being serious he lifted his arm and point to a sign behind her.

"Seven items minimum." She muttered as she read the sign. Sydney looked down to see if she had enough. She was currently wearing boots, but she doubted the man would let her put them in the wash, two socks, pants, tank top, bra, and panties. Throw in her shirt and she enough, but that would leave her completely naked.

Sydney blushed at the idea of standing butt naked in a room full of people. She was normally very comfortable with her body, Nigel had seen her in her bra a few times while changing, but to be naked for a long time with no clothes at all in a foreign place was different. As she saw the mans patience growing thinner and the sirens still ringing outside she wasn't sure if she had a choice.