The Vault of Sin
I had to use the environment.
"I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements."
"Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.
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