<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, Any Resistance or Humanity member nearby<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/>I just hope our arrival will be as much fun as the departure from Tokyo...<br/><br/>Logan muttered that under his breath, with more than just a bit of sarcasm in his tone.   He had not been fond of the way that Stark had gotten Domino aboard the Ouinjet, but it was what it was.  At the moment, the Jet was coming closer to the West Coast, and he was really itching for a fight but knew that first they had to get in touch with anyone and everyone that would be there when they got there in seven minutes.   He was checking the controls, very pleased that they were going to be home but also weary of what they would find.  He was in one of his favorite suits, armed and ready do go depending on the situation.  That was not going to change for a long time, he could tell.  He nodded to Domino, feeling that at the moment words were best only used when they were on the ground and with others on their side.   His hands on the controls, when they needed to be, were with a practiced touch and a deft look at all of the readouts as they got ever closer to Los Angeles.