<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/><br/>I am on my way.. it will take a bit..<br/><br/><br/>Logan started by taking a winding trip through the part of the city he was in, even ducking down into the subway tunnels for a bit.  He found a few items, and paused long enough to put everything well organized into several bags so that if he had to abandon the bike, he didn't have to worry.  He knew he wouldn't, as he had done this similar multiple times during several wars, and with a lot more hell going on around him.  He then was soon surfacing again from the tunnel, having also put gas in it and lessening the weight some.<br/><br/>He thought about Jean, Storm, Rogue, Cyclops, Kitty, Psylocke... and just about everyone.  His family... his people.  He was trying not to cry but he was able to hide it and get through the city.  He was soon heading where he caught a whiff. He smiled, the lemon scent something he honed in on three miles away.  Actually, five, but he made certain to keep from being followed.  He made a beeline for that scent, ready for anything if he had to be.<br/>