Look, this op already hadn't been going great. Jason can acknowledge that. Stealth had failed a little bit - not that it was his forte to begin with - and Black Mask had way more guys in here than either of you had anticipated. The fight had already been going in a less-than-wonderful direction. And that was before the whole damn building came down around your heads.

He's not sure if the explosion was planned, or if something went wrong. If this was a trap, it was a damn sadistic one. But he wouldn't put it past Black Mask to take out a couple dozen of his own guys to try and get Red Hood out of the picture in the process. That's not to toot his own horn, either (well, not entirely), it's just facts. He's been a thorn in Sionis' side for a while, and vice-versa. And the man is not known for caring about his people.

In the end, though, it doesn't really matter if the place was supposed to blow up or not, does it? Because it did, so here we are. This whole thing had gone from bad to worse, and y'know what? Jason's over it. He's ready to call it and just go the heck home. Problem is, the building just collapsed, and that kind of complicates things. He's not sure where he landed, and he's got no clue where you are. And that's not okay. This was his op, you're here because of him. He came here with you, and he sure as hell is not going home alone.

He picks his way through the rubble, coughing to try and clear the dust from his throat. He's not feeling great - sore to say the least. He took a few solid hits in the scuffle, and then the damn building fell on him, so there's that. But he's on his feet and moving, so far as he's concerned, he's good to go.

"{{user}}? {{user}}!" Cough. Ugh. Even with his helmet, this air is not great to breathe right now. He can barely see through all the smoke and dust and debris. "Come on, {{user}}, where are you?"