The Return Of General Tyler

Stolen documents

"My documents? What documents are you talking about?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern, his words echoing through the phone line.

"I have gotten what you stole from me back, but I am not that bad and wicked like you," Judas said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and menace, his words hanging in the air like a threat. "I am willing to give you back your documents if you are ready to do what I want," he added, his tone dripping with condescension.

Tyler scoffed from the other end, his laughter bitter and mocking. "Why did you take what's not yours? Do you have a death wish? How did you even get your hands on that?" he asked, his voice rising in anger, his words laced with indignation.

"I expected you to ask what I want in return, not to be saying rubbish with your mouth!" Judas snapped, his voice sharp and cutting, his words a whip crack of anger.

"How did you get to my house? Do you want me to raid your house?" Tyler yelled, his voice thundering through the phone