<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Logan's office, then on the school lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Logan organizes a team for the mission<br/><hr/><br/>He’d had a feeling from the start that the protests in Manhattan wouldn’t end well. The fever pitch of anti-mutant rhetoric made folks delirious. Good folks that hadn’t had a problem with mutants the day before heard the politicians and pundits on TV and the internet and it made them do crazy things. This was so much unlike his world and its issues, but Logan still had a terrible feeling in his gut, thinking that things would end up just as bad as they had before.<br/><br/>The protesters were sympathetic to mutants, like Xavier and his school, which was incredibly brave. They were risking their careers, their reputations, and their lives. For people like him. If they knew half the things he’d done… Logan knew he deserved hell, but the people around him, the students and teachers and the professor, they should have it better than this. Watching the coverage of the protests while he graded homework assignments in his office, Logan had a small, hopeful smile on his face, glad that there was still a little candle of hope for mutants. As long as those people protested and decried the violence and persecution against mutantdom, there was still something worth fighting for.<br/><br/>Fighting, it seemed, was brewing like dark thunderclouds on the horizon. A counter-protest was mounted not long after the original had started, which was not unusual, but what startled Logan out of his academic reverie was the first confirmation that the counter-protesters were largely made up of the Friends of Humanity, a hate group that had a depressing amount of support from the good folks who’d heard on TV about them. The old, tired mutant pushed his chair out from behind his desk and hustled to action, Charles telepathically reaching for him just as Logan began to open his mind up for him.  This was a job for the X-Men.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The helicopters were parked on the front lawn of the mansion, blades spinning in standby as they waited for their passengers. Everything had been put aside for the seven other mutants he’d organized for this mission. Four teachers and four students to assist the authorities trying to keep a counter-protest riot from turning into a full on bloodbath.<br/><br/><strong>“The protesters. The… Friendlies,”</strong>Logan tried to come up with a different term, as both sides were protesters with radically different views,<strong>“Are holed up in the library. The cops are blockin’ the Friends of Humanity with riot shields but things’re likely to boil over if it keeps goin’ like it is.”</strong>The old mutant scratched his graying beard, staring at each one of them in turn, wondering if they were ready, if they would be a part of history today.<br/><br/><strong>“We’re splittin’ into two teams. I’ll lead the Blue team; We’re gonna be on the street, helpin’ the cops, de-escalating, dispersing, de-whateverin’ we need to do to make sure the friendlies can get a safe evac. I’m takin’ Cyke, Blackout and Petey with me.”  </strong><br/><br/>Beginning with the red-spectacled student, Logan said,<strong>“Cyclops, you’re a smart kid, you know how to talk to folks. You’ll be runnin’ between me and whoever’s leadin’ the cops on the ground to keep us in sync. You also got a good eye on the battlefield; I need you to watch the edges of the mob like a sheep dog, make sure they ain’t about to spill out of the containment area and bust up the city around them.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Blackout. You’ll be usin’ your shadows as shields as we need ‘em. Whether it’s keepin’ those rioters out of the library, keepin’ em off us… Think defensively.”</strong>Logan's green eyes shot to the sky for a moment, the sun getting deeper into the western horizon, night only a couple hours away. He gave her a grim nod, looking between her and Salem, the two students on his team.<strong> “Neither of you are gonna use your powers to hurt anyone unless it’s self defense or to save someone else. Do <em>not</em> open up on these guys, they already got reasons to hate our guts, we don’t want to give Bill O’Reilly a few more talkin’ points, and we don’t wanna scare anyone. Leave that crap to Magneto..”</strong><br/><br/>Finally he looked at Colossus. Piotr from his time had been a dependable friend, his head always in the right place, and this version of that burly steel Russian was not so different. He figured Pete already knew his role, but he still said,<strong>“Petey, you got two good feet on me in your steel form. You’re my eyes on this one. And seein’ as those guns and knives the rioters got ain’t crackin’ your skin, I want you right up on them. Stare ‘em down, make ‘em piss their pants and run.”</strong><br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and glanced at the other four that were not on his team.<strong>“Prodigy, you’ve got the lead of Gold team. I know you’re ready for this. Your team’s landin’ on the roof of the library. Get inside, secure the friendlies, see to any of the wounded and prepare for evac.<br/><br/>“Kitty, if things go to hell outside and the friendlies aren’t ready to ship out through the air, you’ll have to start phasing people out of the buildin’. Stand by for that, we’ll have to clear one side of the buildin’ to make you a lane. Nemesis, you’re a doctor, right? Take care of any wounded, and keep those robot eyes of yours on a swivel in there, never know if one slips past us or the cops and gets in with you. Chamber, you’ll be first line of defense if the rioters get into the buildin’.”</strong><br/><br/>The chopper pilots gestured to Logan; Time was short. They had to go now. He gave a gesture of his head and turned to head towards one of the birds, beginning to shout over the loud whirr of the helicopter.<strong>“They’ve got riot gear on board! My team, everyone’s wearin’ kevlar, Cyclops, grab a riot shield too! Prodigy, take what you need, hopefully you won’t need it!”</strong>Logan gave the younger teacher a nod, eyes locking onto his, looking for any sign of fear or doubt… He needed David to be on top of his game, to step up as a leader, which the X-Men and mutantdom as a whole need now more than ever.<br/><br/>Logan hopped up into the open door of the helicopter and gestured the rest of Blue team in after him, and after just a moment they lifted off, Manhattan, a teetering domino, twenty minutes away from them now.