<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/10wrp4zrhzcnjka7dklcxz6ebhd.jpg?w=780)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: The Wolverine<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Logan Howlett<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Garage/ En Route<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12: 35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm (directly), Scott (Directly<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.bobstores.com/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-vestis-master-catalog/default/dw03732ccb/product/images/2037/319/2037319/2037319_001_main.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Before Storm could say anything more the garage doors opened and the rest of the troops filed in. Scott and the kids wannabee X-Men. It used to be that he thought kids willing to defend their future meant something, used to be that he was proud of them, and it used to be that he trained them for that fight.<br/><br/>Now though…<br/><br/>He couldn’t or maybe it was just that he wasn’t able to see it the same way. To many died in front of him and he’d killed to many himself for him to think this was a young people’s game anymore. Why did it have to be the young that died? The old like him already had their foot in the grave. Even having kept himself back from these kids he’d still die for anyone of them. It was they who were going to inherit the world, so long as the old didn’t end up fucking it up.<br/><br/>The only thing he really taught know was self-defense. Logan tried hi hand at being a pacifist in the Wastes and…. His family paid for it. The broken bodies of his kids and wife flashed in his mind for a second. His claws began to itch, a sure sign they wanted to descend. His mouth set in a hard line, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in and out. He did what he always did, reminded himself that his wife was out there as a young girl somewhere growing up. The urge to look her up was so hard sometimes but he knew… he knew the second he did she would be put in danger.<br/><br/>He could never see her.<br/><br/>He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he almost missed the exchange between Scott and Ororo. He let Storm take care of it at least up until Scott tried to imply he and Oro were going to go off and fuck! “Are you kidding me Scottie boy?” Logan barked as Storm moved to put on a spare helmet.<br/><br/>“Don’t you ever imply that again bub.” He snapped his nostrils flaring. “I could give a rats ass what your pretty boy brain thinks of me but Oro aint no loose woman. Second in command of your little after school special team and you want to imply she’s going to be doing that shit in front of kids who know just what your talking about?” He rose an eyebrow.<br/><br/>“Don’t give me any shit that you were… diplomatic about it.” He scoffed moving to the bike and sitting on it. “Kids these days aint dumb. Even if there nice about it you just implied to them that their second in command might run off for a booty call instead of backing them up. Some amount of credibility just died right here and there in the garage and its on your ass, your certainly not my Scott! My Scott respected his team mates.”<br/><br/>He kicked the bike engine to gear and rolled out of the garage. He was angry, to angry to think so he did what he did best. He acted on instinct and twisted the throttle to send them roaring out of the garage. They barreled out the long drive way whipping past them as the turned out onto the open road and the trees blurred and whipped past them in one long sea of green.<br/><br/>“Oro.” Logan called out over the roar of the bike. “I’m so sorry darlin… I can’t believe he…. It was my fault.”