When morning finally came, Clark and the other soldiers of Vatican City still didn’t have the luxury of sleep. All the corpses in the city needed to be taken care of and they as soldiers were needed for the burials.
With bloodshot eyes, Clark did not participate in the cleaning as he walked towards the Vatican government building after giving orders to the soldiers.
He did not know the current state of his car as his implant could not connect with it. His mind was not focused on that now though, he had other more important pending matters.
As he walked, his eyes subconsciously wandered randomly, taking in all the damage along the way until he got to his location.
As soon as he got to the government building, he met the city commissioners. Head Commissioner Patrick looked a few years older, it was clear that the war took a toll on his health physically and psychologically.