The Return Of General Tyler

You can’t do this to me!

The assistant, a slender figure with a calculating gaze, like a surgeon assessing a patient, nodded curtly at Tyler before turning to the bouncer.

"Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice crisp and efficient, like a scalpel slicing through tissue.

The bouncer hesitated, like a student unsure of the answer, before nodding towards Tyler. "He claims to have a card, but I haven't seen it."

The assistant's eyes locked onto Tyler, like a laser targeting a precise point. "I see. And who are you, exactly?"

Tyler's jaw clenched, like a vice tightening, as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I'm Tyler. I was invited to this event by Mr. Albert himself."

The assistant's expression remained skeptical, like a scientist examining a dubious experiment. "I wasn't aware of any such invitation. Let me check."

He pulled out a phone, like a gunslinger drawing a weapon, and dialed a number, his eyes never leaving Tyler's face.

Tyler's heart raced, like a rabbit in a snare, as he waited for the