The Return Of General Tyler

Unease

"What are you possibly up to this time?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, as he stared at Matthew's name boldly written on one end of the thick, cream-colored file offered to him by the two men from earlier. The name seemed to leap off the page, taunting him with its familiarity. Tyler's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities as he wondered what it was that Matthew was involved in this time, acting as a benefactor in such a shady business. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the file, making the words seem to dance before his eyes.

As he stood there, frozen in contemplation, the weight of the file felt heavy in his hands, like a burden he wasn't sure he was ready to bear. The men from earlier, with their suits and serious expressions, had excused themselves, leaving Tyler alone in his office to ponder the contents of the file. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning vent above.