Sly Cooper: Family of Thieves

Chapter 64: Rock'n' Rebels

With the moon casting its silvery glow over the desert night, our motley crew, including Bentley, Penelope, and Salim, stealthily approached Miss Decibel's office. The plan was set in motion—to plant transmitters rigged with pulsating rock music that would disrupt her sinister activities.

As we carefully placed the transmitters around the office, Bentley, being the tech genius he is, ensured they were strategically positioned for maximum impact. Penelope expertly handled the wiring, her nimble fingers dancing with precision as she connected each element.

Salim, unfamiliar with the world of technology, observed with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "Rock music as a weapon? This seems like an unusual strategy," he remarked, his brow furrowed.

Bentley grinned, explaining, "It's not just any music, Salim. This is rock, a genre known for its rebellious spirit. We're hoping it'll throw off Miss Decibel's focus and disrupt her plans."

Once the setup was complete, Bentley initiated the transmission. The office, once a quiet haven for Miss Decibel's machinations, now echoed with the thunderous beats of rock music. The intense rhythm reverberated through the walls, creating a discordant symphony that clashed with the pachyderm's refined tastes.

From our concealed vantage point, we observed as Miss Decibel stormed into her office, her face contorting in disgust at the unexpected intrusion of rock music. Salim, sharing in her distaste, muttered, "This is an affront to musical sensibilities."

However, before Salim could voice his disdain further, the infectious beats of the music began to take hold of Seth, Bentley, and me. In an impromptu moment of camaraderie, we found ourselves swaying to the rhythm, our movements synchronizing in a spontaneous dance.

Sangue, ever one to appreciate the unconventional, couldn't help but grin. "This is the best jam session I've ever had, you guys! Who knew disrupting a villain's lair could be so fun?"

Bentley, nodding to the beat, added, "Maybe we've stumbled upon a new method of villain distraction—rock 'n' roll interference!"

As we continued to revel in our impromptu dance party, the discordant music echoed through the office, creating chaos within the carefully crafted environment Miss Decibel had maintained. Salim, though initially bewildered, found himself captivated by our enthusiasm.

Miss Decibel, unable to tolerate the assault on her refined tastes, fled her office in a fit of frustration. The transmitters had done their job, and for the moment, her plans were in disarray.

Amid the rhythmic chaos, our laughter and camaraderie filled the air, transcending the bizarre circumstances. Little did we know that this night, infused with the spirit of rock 'n' roll rebellion, would become a memorable chapter in our ongoing adventure against the forces that sought to disrupt the balance of the desert.