<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.wegotthiscovered.com/wp-content/uploads/the-wolverine-new-image-shows-logan-looking-sharp.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Wolverine/Logan <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Logan's Office<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Kitty, She-Hulk<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Logan was glad to know that there wasn't any kind of threat from the Avengers. He wouldn't be happy if suddenly the school was being attacked by fighters using legal methods. It was something that he would expect from the government. That was exactly what it seemed to be as Jennifer started to explain. He was very annoyed that the funding for the school that the government provided wasn't being supplied any more because of the students they had. He hated that. But that wasn't the worst part. She also told him that his Visa was expired. He tried to contain himself as she explained all the options, but it was clear that he was getting angry.<br/><br/>Before he could speak up Kitty did it for him. She seemed very upset as well and he sighed, trying to think about it all. The added information from Jennifer was helpful. After a few seconds he stood up and clenched his fists. He wanted to hit something. He was used to enemies he could fight head-on. This was something very different. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "I didn't know about any of this and I think it is a load of crap. I've never had problems like this before. I've never had to worry about my Visa. I've had promises from Charles and from someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. to take care of it for me. Charles is gone, so he can't do it, and I have a feeling that someone somewhere doesn't want me around leading this team. As for the damn funding, I'll find a way to get the money of the government won't give us any. I will not cut back on anything and I will not make any students here pay to be here."<br/><br/>He walked around the desk and looked at Jennifer. "Get me the O-1 Visa. I shouldn't need any more hype. Tell them I am the best in my field of teaching and mentoring young mutants. If they disagree, remind them that I'm older than their damn grandparents and I've lived a very long time. I can't think of anyone else with more experience and knowledge than I do. I think that makes me more than qualified to do this job even if I don't have a fancy degree. If I wanted to, I could probably just apply for citizenship. I've lived in this country long enough. Longer than most of the people living in it now. I also want to check on the Visas of every non-American in this school. Working or studying. I don't want them trying to get rid of others. I think I'm just step one. Someone is trying to screw over this school and I will not stand for it. I will find out who it is and when I'm done with them they will regret ever trying to fuck with me or my school." He growled a little and clenched his fists tighter. He was regretting trusting anyone else to handle legal issues like visas for him before. He should have handled it himself. It made him long for the days when he was able to just roam wherever he wanted without worry.