<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>Working on police orders of apprehension, Logan sets up a brigade to start arresting rioters<br/><hr/><br/>They'd only been on the ground for a few minutes. The pot had just been put on the stove and it was already ready to boil over on them. Even though Logan's team was mostly muted in their display of powers- Blackout's playful ball of shadow, Colossus's imposing though defensive steel posture- the hatred seething from the anti-mutant rioters was amplified by their presence. Maybe it was Cyclops and Blackout that had triggered a change, as they had landed with the other mutants, then bee-lined towards the police leadership behind their barricades and trucks. Seeing the mutants and the police working in tandem must have been one hell of a slap in the face to these people who thought<em>they</em>were the lawful ones, expressing righteous hatred towards the criminal mutants and their sympathizers.<br/><br/>Salem's voice, steady despite the tension of the moment, chirped over his comm's, announcing that the X-Men would begin to assist the police in deescalation and apprehension. Logan ground his teeth hard, painfully, knowing that the caps of his molars would regrow in a second anyways. The thought of trying to bust up that big of a bee's nest was daunting, even for him. If they had been a hundred sentinels, Logan wouldn't have shrugged at the prospect of dicing them up into tiny flash drives, but these were people, even if they were hateful bozos.<strong>"Copy that, Sco- I mean, Cyke. Blue team! We're movin' in! Non-lethal force! Colossus, you and me, grab 'em, pass 'em to Cyke and Blackout, they cuff 'em, shuffle 'em on to the cops. Blackout, Cyclops, watch our backs, they'll try to get behind us and bring us down!"</strong><br/><br/>The old man risked a quick glance back to the library, wondering how the other team was faring in their mission.<strong>"Gold leader, do you copy? Prodigy, we're movin' in to make arrests, radio might go dark, stand by and keep doin' what you're doin'."</strong><br/><br/>Like a zookeeper shuffling into the lion's cage, Logan walked cautiously, a hand held up defensively in front of him as he picked out a target. A younger guy, scrawny, but with hatred flaring in his eyes just as bright as any of the bigger uglies. Logan knew that as soon as they put hands on the rioters, things would get violent; Better to start with someone easy enough to snatch and grab first.<strong>"Easy fella, easy, easy, EASY!"</strong>The older mutant suddenly lunged forward, moving faster than a man that appeared to be his age deserved to move, quickly seizing one scrawny wrist and dragging the man out of the tremendous horde, twisting an arm behind his back and shoving him backwards to the young women in charge of cuffing him.