<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown, besiged library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout<br/><strong>Content:</strong>After Colossus says he's going to get Cyclops, Logan makes it his mission to find Blackout. He can't see her, but he sees her shields standing taller than the crowd, until they go out. He tries to break through the crowd to find her, and gets beaten up a bit in the process, including taking a brick to his right eye. Logan spots Joanne being carried towards Graydon, but needs to break through one final mass of opposing bodies before he can confront the mysterious, well-armed men taking her away.<br/><hr/><br/>Logan stood in the heart of chaos, and looked into its darkest corners. It dared him to flinch. The old man set his jaw, and continued to stare back into it.<em>I ain't afraid of you. I've known you all my damn life. You're nothin' to me.</em>The roaring din of rioters was all that Logan could hear; If his team was shouting for him without the use of their communicators, he couldn't have picked their voices out of the crowd, and that was taking into consideration Logan's big, sensitive ears. He could barely smell them amid the mosh pit he'd found himself within, flanked on three side by angry men, his fourth side closing in behind him. The old man had just grabbed and detained one rioter, but his buddies attacked while Logan was too occupied to defend himself. Before he had to worry about getting them off his back, he saw them leave their feet and get tossed aside, the glinting steel form of Pete standing over him an assurance that he wasn't alone yet.<br/><br/>The hulking Russian had bigger priorities, however. Logan didn't need saving as much as the other two did. Over the comms, Peter barked his status, and saw him wading off in the general direction of Cyclops. Logan couldn't see over the rest of the crowd, but he was sure the big guy knew where he was going.<strong>"Roger that, Colossus. Blackout, do you read me? What's your status?"</strong>He could no longer tell where she was, save for the glint of forged shadows cast slightly overhead, the topmost edge of the shields she was wielding against the crowd undoubtedly pouring around her. His gut churned, knowing that she must have been terrified in that moment. Pete had nothing to worry about, none of these humans could hurt him; Salem was made out of even tougher stuff than Petey, and she didn't have the steel skin to puff her up at all. But Joanne was not like either of them. He took her along because he wanted to see her toughen up a little, but more importantly, to taste the action and see if it was her calling. Not all X-Men were destined for field work, but she had a toolkit that he would have liked to have on his side back in the day.<br/><br/>The pinching in his gut turned into the jagged edge of a knife as Logan saw Joanne's shields blink out.<em>Can't be good. Not unless the cops pulled her out of the muck. Doubt it.</em>Then, something caught his eye; A large rock, flying through the air, headed towards where he imagined Blackout would be. There was not much of an arc to it, as it sailed with more strength and urgency to come to a full, lazy curve. He didn't hear or see the rock strike her, but he instinctively knew that a member of his team just went down, and if that wasn't true, then they would be within moments if she didn't get her shields back up.<br/><br/><strong>"Movin' to assist Blackout!"</strong>The Blue leader roared over the communicators. It was only Logan's large mitts held up defensively in front of him, swaying side to side to sweep away aggressive rioters, that kept him on his feet. When he began to charge through them, Logan knew they'd start nipping at his heels.<strong>"Colossus, guide me through the-"</strong>His thoughts and words were interrupted when a brick smacked him across the right side of the face. He hadn't seen it coming over the wall of angry flesh that separated him and whoever had tossed it. He was so blindsided that the impact staggered him, and Logan fell into the arms of someone who wasn't so willing to catch him. He felt his back get braced by an aluminum baseball bat before he got shoved forward, stumbling deeper into the crowd, only adjacently following the path to Blackout. The older mutant found his footing and his senses just a moment later; Despite his right eye drooping in its broken orbital socket, the pain was gone in a moment. Not that he couldn't feel it, but Logan had felt so much pain in his life that he just learned to get over it.<em>Should've grabbed one of them helmets,</em>he chastised himself for his mistake, but he'd figured that a visible face and clean eyesight would benefit him more than some superficial safety.<br/><br/>The same aluminum bat from before smacked against the top of Logan's shoulders again, the weight of the blow pushing him deeper into the crowd. He felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his ribs as a knife attempted to plunge through his kevlar vest; Neither blow slowed Logan, and the next time they swiped at him, he raked his hands out to slap the weapons away. He felt that knife push through his palm before he recoiled back, a spurt of his blood rippling through the air before he applied his wounded fist to the clenched jaw of his attacker. Adamantium knuckles shattered bone and the other man collapsed like a marionette with his strings cut loose. His buddies caught him, and Logan took the distraction as an opportunity, wriggling around the group and getting lost in the crowd, closer to where he'd pinned Blackout to be just a moment earlier.<br/><br/>The sound of a sinister voice cackled through a megaphone adjacent to him; If Logan still trusted his instincts, the brick-thrower must have been awfully close to the man who was the clear instigator of the escalated violence. Whoever it was, they were lower priority. He had to find Joanne, and make sure that she was still standing, still... Alive. He kept his head down, his lack of height advantageous for once, and he bowled through the crowd semi-unnoticed for about thirty seconds. That's when he saw them; Men in slick professional gear, but without any police markings, team-carrying his girl towards the speaker. Logan could barely smell beyond the rotten stench of dozens of men's body odor, but he knew something was rotten about them.<br/><br/>There were too many people in between him and Joanne; Logan clenched his fists and felt the blades beneath his knuckles flexing with urgency, demanding to be freed. Logan once again found himself staring into the red eyes of chaos. Wolverine begged to be free. In mere seconds he could have cleaved his way through the crowd and freed her. Leaving countless dead at his feet. But that way meant that they would just fear him more. It meant that the cops would want to put irons on his wrists, too. Screaming with fury, his claws safely sheathed beneath his skin, Logan bulldozed through hundreds of bodies, hoping to catch Joanne before she made it to the devil organizing this entire charade, before those auto shotguns and whatever else these dirtbags carried could be put to use against Blackout. He was responsible for her; He would rescue her.