The Return Of General Tyler

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Rayna took a deep breath, her voice laced with skepticism. "I don't think that will work, but I'll give it a trial."

Sanya offered a reassuring pat on her back. "That would be better," Sanya replied, her voice soft and encouraging.

The next morning, an unsettling stillness shrouded the base. The usual chaos of footsteps, shouts, and machinery was eerily absent. The silence hung heavy, like a thick fog that clung to every surface. Rayna's instincts prickled with unease as she stepped out into the deserted compound.

The empty barracks loomed like skeletal sentinels, their windows vacant eyes staring back. The mess hall, usually abuzz with laughter and clinking utensils, stood quiet and abandoned. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for some impending storm.

Rayna's skin crawled with foreboding. Something was off. She exchanged a worried glance with Sanya, who shared her concern.

"What's going on?" Rayna whispered, her voice barely audible over the oppressive silence.