The agent regains (is that really the right word, a distant part of his mind wonders) mass just in time to flatten Jason. It's not the same as being tackled by a persistently solid individual, because then he'd already be in the right position to throw or turn the tables; the intangible-then-suddenly-there agent catches him in an awkward, far more vulnerable position. It feels like one arm is fractured, if not broken. The gun skitters off somewhere else, possibly joining Logan in the ravine, which is just great because Baedal has so many modified glocks and there'd been at least 1/4 of a clip left. He really only has one arm free and he's pissed off enough to trigger the taser built into his glove. It doesn't have the punch of the one Bruce used, but it isn't to normal levels either. The insulation of his body armor also isn't as good, mostly because what he's wearing now are components that have been put together rather than being built to go together.

The insulation suffices, however, and if Jason triggers the glove after he's jammed a thumb in the agent's eye, well, he's pretty mad. This is not a worse team up than Kyle and Donna, he reminds himself as he kicks the agent off of him and gets up — just in time for that cinematic spray of blood and the ensuing, brief disorientation. It's... interesting. He knows there's absolutely nothing in his expression to give him away, but that that's also its own tell; he knows he could be wrong, or he could be right, but that it doesn't matter, it really and truly and for the last goddamn time, does not matter, not to either of them.

"Up?" Is all he asks, since he's never tried to truck with the Flag Hill cliff area before. It'd sure been an option when he'd first heard about the incoming raid and was looking at the area to figure out where he wanted to be, but he'd dismissed it as 'probably insane', which is the exact reason why he's sure this guy was there.