<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/SKO112.jpg) </div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>         James Logan Howlett<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>           Wolverine<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance, Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Quinjet, off the West Coast<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>   Domino, Rogue, Power Princess, Any Resistance or Humanity member nearby<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"Oh, yeah, this is already shaping up to be much better a time..."<br/><br/>Logan was already itching to use the weapons he had, but Rogue needing just a touch of help was not all that he was talking about. The purple clad figure was an unexpected, but not at all unwelcome arrival.  He was glad they were giving heavy support, but he also was itching to get hands on into the action.  He kept to keeping the Jet stable in flight, as with Neena manning the weapons he needed to and was pleased to do so.  He also kept the long range scan going, as the last thing they or anyone else among their allies needed was more problems from the enemy.  This was a war, and that also had him looking for an opportunity to join it as well.<br/><br/>"Give'em hell, Darlin'.  No other targets... yet..."