<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, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Blue team hits the pavement and begins to organize<br/><hr/><br/>Logan's boots were barely on the ground by the time he heard a powerful, aggressive voice booming over a megaphone somewhere in the writhing crowd of rioters. They called Logan and his people diseased mistakes, which... Logan was still getting used to that old school anti-mutant rhetoric. After the death of nearly every mutant from the time he came from, obviously the world had bigger things to worry about, and anti-mutant racism was forgotten in light of true and real oppression. It hadn't quite been a year since he'd arrived here, in a strange version of his past, and he had been forced to re-learn how to reserve a very aggressive reaction toward that brand of hatred. It was a struggle for him to not pop his claws and wave them aggressively towards those fools in the crowd.<br/><br/><strong>"Cyclops!"</strong>Logan, decked in riot gear, turned his helmeted head back towards the helicopter, at the young woman that he occasionally considered his protege. He gave a hard gesture of his hand towards the police blockade, the blue line so thin and fragile as it encircled the library against a much larger horde. There were police surrounding the greater area, of course, emergency services standing by if things escalated further, but for now, those police ringing the building were their only allies.<strong>"Find the C.O., get me whatever hes got on the situation! Colossus, with me, make yourself seen! Blackout, go with Cyke, be ready to throw up some shadows for defense!"</strong>It was getting late in the evening, there would be plenty of darkness for her to work with.<br/><br/>The other chopper, carrying the gold team, touched down on the roof of the library behind him. Their job was the most important; The rest of them just had to make sure the chaos outside didn't spill inside. Flanked by the gigantic steel Russian, Logan positioned himself between the police and the protesters, within ten feet of each line, staring down hatred, green eyes unflinching as he waited for Salem's report.