Blast and the Sonic Headphones

    He could see the headphones slowly spinning on their base at the end of the platform. They were the other half to the Sonic Stereo. Once Blast had the headphones, he'd no longer need to move stealthily, and he could exit these corridors freely. The only way through the corridor without sonic disruption was by stealth, and even then, it was dangerous because Blast didn't have sonic protection. But he would in a moment. Without the headphones to protect his ears from sonic energy, any sentinels patrolling the labyrinth would deafen him on sight. The sonic stereo he'd discovered would do the same. It was his only weapon, and means of escaping overtly, but he was still bound to silence until he had the headphones.

    Now was his chance. Blast dashed forward. The two sentinels patrolling the area had just passed; he might just make it. They turned back and continued their designated path, and almost immediately detected Blast. Each sentinel charged and released a pulse of sonic energy.  Blast had only moments. He dove forward, grabbed the headphones, and just as the sonic pulse reached his ears, he managed to slip the headphones on. The pulse immediately went quiet, and Blast knew he was safe.

    He took out his stereo, clipped it to his waist, and turned it on, likewise blasting the sentinels with his own sonic energy. The headphones let him listen to the music without being incapacitated, and so he dashed out of the hallway. The alarm was raised through the labyrinth, but Blast didn't care, he was free to roam now. Left and right he kept running, disabling any sentinels that appeared, and striking any guard that attempted to pursue unconscious.

    He arrived at the last corridor. A steeply sloped straight passage down with a clear light at the end. Blast ripped a panel off the wall, threw it before him and jumped on, surfing the entire way down. When he reached the exit there was an explosion on the ground outside, and the force bent the exit surface upward. Blast launched into the air, over the pillar of smoke and into the dazzling daylight, music blaring sonic energy in all directions. A voice came on his ears "Sighting confirmed, well done Blast. Looks like you have the stereo and the headphones. We'll meet you back at the hanger for your debrief."

    Blast didn't have a mic, but he flashed a thumbs-up before landing on the dunes and continuing his surf session back to the hanger.