The Return Of General Tyler

Let’s just say

Tyler, Alex, and Sanya huddled together in the dimly lit room, their faces etched with concern and fatigue. The weight of their mission hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffocate them.

"We need to be methodical, precise," Tyler emphasized, his voice barely above a whisper. "One misstep could compromise everything."

Alex nodded, her eyes scanning the scattered maps and documents before them. "We'll minimize our exposure, utilize secure channels, and maintain a low profile."

Sanya's brow furrowed, her lips pursed. "The target's security detail is formidable. We'll need to create a diversion to get past them."

Tyler's jaw clenched. "I've identified a possible entry point. We can use the ventilation system."

Alex pulled out a small notebook, flipping through the pages. "I've mapped out the interior. We'll have a 3-minute window to reach the target."

The trio fell silent, lost in thought as they pored over the plans, their minds racing with possibilities and pitfall