The Return Of General Tyler

Whisper

Tyler's hand released the phone, the device landing softly on the polished conference table. He turned to his team, his eyes locking onto each member, signaling the start of a critical discussion.

His team instinctively leaned in, their faces set with determination, as they gathered around the table to ponder their next strategic move.

"What should be our next line of decision?" Tyler asked, his voice clear and authoritative.

Sanya, with her sharp analytical mind, spoke up first. "What we have to do now is hear what Matthew has for us, I mean our request," she suggested.

Her words sparked a thoughtful silence, as the team considered the implications of Matthew's potential response.

The conference room, once a hub of lively chatter, was now a space of focused contemplation.

The team's anticipation was palpable, their collective energy directed toward finding the best course of action.

Tyler's gaze swept the room, inviting further discussion, as the team began to weigh their options.

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