Separated

      Today we found a giant metal door with a com system. I hesitantly pressed the comm button, and a women's voice responded. "San Diego Center of Disease Control, how may I be of service." I was shocked to hear such formality, but I quickly responded explaining the situation. There was silence then a few minutes of silent muttering on the other side. Afterwards a mans voice came on. It was gruff and authoritative. He said, "Now I warn you if you are lying to me I will throw you out. If you are telling me this story because you have a sick member of your party and you're worried we won't take them, or some other BS like that tell me now, and we will still let you in." "No I am telling the truth." I responded.
     After some more silence the woman's voice came back on. "OK sweeties we have some procedure. You will enter the first gate. You will be greeted by a team of our friendly service representatives. You will lay all weapons and bags on the floor, take ten steps to the left and stand with your hands on your head as we search you things. You will then be separated and quarantined. you will spend two days there and will be reunited afterwards. If you follow these instructions you will be given a meeting with the President and his staff." All of our jaws dropped. We had no idea the president was here, but that makes sense he was on the west coast at the time off the breakout. We did as they said, they searched and separated us. They gave us our bags back after searching them and removing all weapons. In two days we'll be meeting the president.