The Return Of General Tyler

Reputation

"When? Next week? Next month? Next year?" Marco asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm, like a weight crushing Judas's excuses. "You've had three days already, and what have you done? Nothing!"

Judas shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes avoiding Marco's piercing gaze, like a guilty criminal avoiding a detective's spotlight. "I'll go get him, I promise," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like a whisper in a hurricane.

Marco's face turned red with anger, his eyes flashing like a knife. "You'd better, Judas. You'd better bring Uncle home safe and sound, or you'll have to answer to me," he warned, his voice low and menacing, like a predator stalking its prey.

Judas nodded, his head bobbing up and down like a puppet on a string, his eyes fixed on the floor, like a guilty man staring at his own shame. He knew he had failed, and he knew he had to make it right, or face the consequences.

"I will, Marco. I swear it," he said, his voice laced with determination, like a warrior preparin