By the end of the day, the city hall in Vofors was crowded with people once again.
This time, fortunately, is not because of the secessionist or angry mob. It was the soldiers who had finished their mission.
As night descended over the city, the street lamps flickered to life, illuminating the city hall and its vicinity.
Outside the city hall, the soldiers stood in small groups, talking in hushed tones while awaiting for the next instructions.
Their uniforms smeared with dirt and sweat, proof of the grueling task they had completed earlier.
However, the success in restoring order to the city come at a cost. Some of them suffered injuries and many were clearly fatigued from the hours of urban warfare.
Meanwhile, inside the city hall, Wilmot sat at the head of a long oak table inside one of its meeting room.
The room was filled with tension as his officers gathered around, waiting to report about the aftermath of their operation.
