The Return Of General Tyler

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"Guards!" Mr. Albert called for the second time, his voice echoing through the room like a thunderclap. Two burly men rushed to his side in a swift, fluid motion, like a well-oiled machine. Their faces were stern, like granite statues, their eyes fixed on Judas with a firm gaze, like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.

"Take Judas out of here," Mr. Albert commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, like a general leading his troops. The guards nodded in unison, their heads bobbing up and down like puppets on a string. They moved closer to Judas, their footsteps echoing through the room like a drumbeat.

"You guys shouldn't come near me!" Judas yelled, his voice rising like a siren, his eyes blazing with anger, like a wildfire. But the guards were unfazed, their faces expressionless, like a blank canvas. They grabbed Judas by the arms, their grip like a vice, and dragged him out of the place, his legs kicking and flailing like a wild animal.

"You can't do this to me!" Judas yelled, his voic