"I can't believe I'm stuck cleaning up this mess," muttered General Malkovich, watching from a command center tent as WHO forensic teams carefully bagged up the piles of human remains that Saladin's forces had left behind.
The stench of death filled the air, while NATO soldiers patrolled the area, warily eyeing the sleek black HellVortex helicopters parked just inside the Libyan border.
"Are we even able to ID these people?" he asked one of the forensic team leaders.
"We've got a bunch of bodies that were wearing UN aid badges, those should be easy to ID," the team leader replied.
"Well, I suppose we can't do much more than that. There isn't any DNA database for these other people," sighed Malkovich.
A WHO worker approached General Malkovich, his hands twitching nervously.
"Sir, we've got back some preliminary results from the bodies we were able to ID," he said.
"Go on," Malkovich urged.
