Me and Whitney headed to the center. There were signs that lead personal to the various locations. We slowly descended the middle stairs, down to the 15th floor. Upon opening the fire door. There was a big sign stating that this was medical.

Again using my key card. Me and Whitney entered. This area was different from the rest. There were no dust and the air was warmer with a faint smell of disinfectant.

“Must be on its own hvac system.” Whitney told me.

We headed to the offices. We bypassed the reception computer. As it may not have access to what we need.

We checked the different rooms. Mostly exam. One was a store room, on one wall was a secured cabinet. Whitney checked it out.

“God, we could make a small fortune selling some of this. A lot of high end narcotics.”

“We will get what we may need. On our way out.”

She nodded.

The last door was a Dr office. Maj Karen Adamson MD. Of course using my key card we entered the office. It was spotless.

Whitney sat at the desk behind the computer. She typed somethings in. She pulled out an ID card and put it in a reader.

“Bingo, I knew that would be helpful.” She accessed the information that we needed. Writing down the room numbers of those whose clothes may fit our daughters.

“I also put down some rooms where there are girls that are about our size. We may want to wear something different.” She added.

“lets get a medical kit prepared. Grab what you think we will need.”

“You got it”

Whitney found a field medical bag. She loaded it up with everything needed. I just followed behind her holding the bag so she could load it.

Placing some bandages in, “There finished.”

“Are you sure, I think there is still a little room over here.”

“Funny, Brie Anna. Funny.”

Making sure everything was secure we headed back. Everything was the same. Eerily quiet. Only sounds where our foot fall. Which sometime echoed. Even though I wasn't scared. I still kept my guard up. I could tell that Whitney did as well.

Dropping off the Medical bag in the day room. Whitney stayed with the girls, who where still asleep. Cassie joined me for the search for clothes for our daughters.

First stop was the 9th floor. Room 914 and 932. Again we where the only ones.

Scanning my master key card. The door slide open. It was definitely a girls quarters. Stuffed animals, unicorn posters on the walls. There was things thrown everywhere.

“Well looks like they evacuation order was quick and an emergency. She just grabbed things and hauled ass.” Cassie commented.

“Sure does” I said as I went through the drawers. Looking like everything was would be a little big on the girls.

“Looks like this room is a bust.” Cassie stated.

“OK, next stop, 932” We left 914.

“Lets hope we can find something.” I mentioned as we were on our way.

“room 932.” Cassie said.

Again sliding my key card. Same style of room but of course decorated differently. A couple band posters. Cassie check the drawers as I checked the closet.

“Brie Anna, We may have something here.” Cassie called.

Turning around, Cassie was holding up a lacy thong. While it seemed to be close to the right size. Not appropriate for a little girl.

“possible the right size but I don't want my daughter in a thong just yet.”

“Awe, come on Mom. This may be today's style.” Cassie giggled. “Nah, Wouldn't want Susie in one either.”

“So anything else?”

“Of course,” She pulled out some cotton panties. “ I think this airman was just a tiny thing. We hit gold.”

From other drawers she pulled out socks, tank tops, t-shirts.

I had found some jeans hanging up, Looking at the size tag,Size 0. “You must be right, These are a size zero.” Looking at the length of the legs. They were quite long, this girl had legs longer that any of our daughters.

“She must have been 6'8 about 89 lbs.” Cassie giggled.

We gathered all the clothes appropriate for our daughters ages. We put them in a backpack we found.

“Did you see anything that the girls could sleep in?”

“Nothing we would want our girls in.” Cassie stated.

“OK, Well they can always sleep in a t-shirt. Supply must have some.”

Cassie nodded. “Do you want to check another room to see?”

“Wouldn't hurt. Unless you have a hot date or something.

“Nope, got stood up. Damn men, can't trust them at all.” Cassie teased.

Going up to the next floor. Room 822.

scanning my pass card. We heard the door motor kick in but nothing happened. So I scanned it again. The motor kicked in for a split second the stopped. Sparks flew from the door pad.

“Well Looks like this one is a bust.”

Next, was room 812 and 813. Right across from one another. We checked 813 first. Again we found some clothes that may fit. So we took them as well. We did find some more appropriate sleep wear for the girls here. Cami and shorts sets. Finally room 812 was a jackpot. Even some clothes smaller that the others we found.

Holding up a pair of jeans, “This girl must have been a negative one size.” Cassie stated.

Looking at the pants myself. “Yeah, she must have.” Pulling out a brand new package of panties in size teen 14.

“Let's take the lot. Throw them in here.” as I pulled out a duffel bag from under the bed.

After packing the bag, Cassie looked at the list. “What are these ones at the bottom underlined.”

“Those must be the ones that Whitney found that are about our size so we could have something to sleep in. Maybe some civies.”

“That is great thinking. I don't want to run around in the same uniform all the time.”

“Well that is what supply is for. new uniforms.”

“A couple of these are on the 5th floor.” I added. “We could check them when we head up to our quarters.”

So back down to the day room. I found that Zoey was sleeping on Whitney's lap.

Softly She told me, “She had a bad dream. So Aunt Whitney had to comfort her.”

Smiling I giggled a little. “Aunt Whitney, fast thinking.”

“Any luck.” She asked.

“Yeah, there were a couple of small girls assigned here.” I dumped the back pack on the pool table. Cassie did the same with the duffel bag.

“Do we want to sort them some or just let the girls pick.”

“Let them pick as long as they do it nicely.”

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