<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>   Tokyo, Rurouni Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Iron Man, Husk, Domino, Any Resistance or Humanity member nearby<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>They were all dead now, and Logan had taken his frustration out on some of the mindless acolytes of Apocalypse.  He hated killing, as he had seen far too much of it in his long life.  He used one of the bottles of sake to clean off his claws and hands, then he moved on.  He was looking for Forge's friend, Stark who was, easily, one of the humans that he trusted.  Even when he had a choice, he trusted the man.  They had their love of women, and of culture in common, something that made him smile.  He felt so sorry for those who saw him as a "lightweight", because the man had a good right hook for a human and some bitching reflexes to boot for one aw well.  That was what pissed him off the most about what was going down: he had people he cared about and no power mad elitist-racist was going to take them away without a fight.  A World War and years of dealing with terrorists made him hate that mentality alone.<br/><br/>He started moving through the area after getting back on the motorcycle he had taken, stopping every once in a while to attempt to get a frequency on anyone he could. He was trying the frequencies that only the teams and people like Stark had used before.  He had worked with the Avengers both solo and with the Teams, but at the moment he was also attempting to stay on the QT, using natural interference from various points to keep anyone outside from either stopping or finding him or others.  He had trained too  much for it, and now he was going to use his training.<br/><br/>Jack Nimble calling Good Will..  Are you there, Will<br/><br/>One thing that he knew, bad guys always overlook obvious things when they are too busy looking for hidden things.  He thought about the others, and wondered if the plan that Kurt was in on was going to work, but then, it had to.  He had shared a real beer with him before.....  He shook his head.  He couldn't think about that now.... he had to find Tony Stark and whoever was with him.