The Return Of General Tyler

To Victory

Tyler bowed his head, frustration etched on his face. "What can we do to overcome Rayna? This is too much for her to risk," he said, his voice laced with concern.

Sanya's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Let's get her calls traced," she suggested.

Tyler's gaze snapped up, skepticism written across his features. "That might not work for us," he countered. "Rayna's too clever. She'll cover her tracks."

Sanya leaned forward, her determination evident. "We have to try something. We can't let Rayna continue controlling the situation."

Tyler rubbed his temples, fatigue and worry etched on his face. "I know, but we're running out of options."

"She's still in the house," Sanya suggested, her voice low and urgent. "We can take her phone and get the information from there."

Tyler's eyes locked onto Sanya's, a hint of a plan forming. "Oh, we can do just that," he replied, his tone resolute.

Just then, Sanya spoke up, "Alex is here."

"Good," Tyler answered, his gaze shifting toward the door.

Alex wal