The Return Of General Tyler

Destruction

In seconds, the man sprang to his feet, his movements swift and decisive. He gathered his files from the desk, his hands shaking slightly as he stuffed them into his briefcase. Without a single glance in the direction of Tyler and the others, he headed for the door, his eyes fixed on the exit as if it was his only hope for salvation.

Tyler watched him go, a calculating glint in his eye. He knew fully well the implications of what the man had just done - he had openly defied Tyler, and now he had to be eliminated. Tyler's mind was already racing with plans, his thoughts spinning with ways to silence the man permanently.

"Not what I had expected..." Tyler said, his voice dripping with a false sense of surprise. He smiled, his lips curling up into a cold, calculating smile. "Anyways, anyone else?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room as he searched for his next victim.

His hands were laced together, his fingers intertwined in a gesture of mock innocence. But his eyes told a different sto