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[b][color=555555]12[sup]th[/sup] November, 2017
[sub]The United Nations Headquarters[/sub]
[sup]New York[/sup][/color][/b]

So much for a simple mission.

Wolverine couldn't help but feel a little guilt, unlikely as it sounds; he was not known as a man who got too bogged down with emotional baggage. He had convictions, sure, but his world required very few of them. He could take a lot in his stride and he'd seen enough blood to dull anyone to tears. Of what he could remember from his life before the Hudsons had brought him back to humanity, he had been a savage animal. He was a killer when he was chained, he was a killer when he was freed. The orders and the brainwashing made it easier to put aside but what remained was not a man of compassion or empathy. He lived with a loose moral code and had a strained relationship with kindness. But there were some ways even a mountain could be made to move. So today he felt guilt.

Not for the attack on the UN mind you. Once he found whoever had done this it would take a stronger man than the two beside him to stop him gutting them where they stand, and one of them was a gamma monster standing at three times his height. As a team they were well equipped to try and put a stop to whatever was going down here, even if they were down three members (Vindicator would not have approved if she'd known what they were planning to do and would have let on to her husband if they were really unlucky; Talisman strongly objected to going behind the leaderships' back and refused to come with them; Snowbird, while sympathetic to the proposed course, would have been useless outside of her native land, with her power and vitality reducing rapidly when away). The three remaining were certainly doing more good than harm. Their help might even be welcomed, in the short term. 

He certainly wasn't guilty about being there, despite his own insubordination and possible straining of his friendship with the Hudsons. Going stateside on a hunch was not something that Department H smiled upon on a good day (although usually he had James to hand to vouch for him when they got too focused on his slights). Logan had told Hudson about the tip off he received and was promptly shutdown.

[color=ed1c24][b]"I can't go along with this Logan,"[/b][/color] He'd asserted. [color=ed1c24][b]"This... Logan, you're telling me things I can't just accept. Vampires. In New York?"[/b][/color]

[color=ff7119][b]"He's not a vampire."[/b][/color] He had groaned, rolling his eyes. [color=ff7119][b]"He's flesh and blood but he's lived longer than I have."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Even if that is true..."[/b][/color]

[color=ff7119][b]"I've seen him firsthand, Mac. Ring-side seats."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"[i]Even if[/i] I could believe that, how would you know where he's going to be?"[/b][/color]

[color=ff7119][b]"Weasel explained..."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Weasel. This is the source of your information? A bartender, for God's sake. You're hearing yourself, right?[/b][/color]

[color=ff7119][b]"I'm not asking you to believe him. I'm not even asking you to believe me. I'm asking you to let me do this; we can take the team, get them some practice in. I know Walt would --"[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Absolutely not!"[/b][/color] He had snapped. [color=ed1c24][b]"Alpha Flight is not... It's not a tool for your own personal vendettas. I get it. This, uhh. [i]Bloodstorm[/i],"[/b][/color] he said, before he was cut off.

[color=ff7119][b]"Bloodscream."[/b][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b]"Whatever. When you've dealt with him in the past you were a private citizen. You aren't now. You could gallivant across the world. You can't now. You are a civil servant, a member of a division of the Canadian government. There are ways of going about doing things like this. I can't authorise this kind of a mission on a hunch. Now if you get me proof of this, solid evidence of what he's doing.."[/b][/color]

[color=ff7119][b]"You know that's not how it works."[/b][/color] The gravel in his voice took on a more coarse texture in response. [color=ff7119][b]"This is the kind of filth who kills because he needs to. He's not going to stop and let us catch our breath now that we're on to him."[/b][/color] James was out of line. The kind of evidence Mac needed required innocent people to die. That wasn't happening.

No, skipping out on the team was all Logan could have done. He wasn't left a choice. He had an obligation. To right a wrong. No, he was only guilty that he had been distracted from the task at hand. They had been casting a wide net, trying to find some evidence of Bloodscream's presence in the city. Anything that they could go back with to justify a full operation. But rats know when to flee sinking ships. This UN business jeopardised all of their work and the immortal pain in Logan's ass would be primed to scuttle off now that the heat was on. For that he was out for blood.

So here they were. A band of Canadian metahumans, not four days on American soil and embroiled in preventing sub-aquatic war.

Heroes - costumed and not - had began to flock to the scene. Logan even thought he'd seen the Hulk. As Sasquatch, Wolverine and Northstar had first approached the building, and the merc with the mouth, Logan's senses had picked up one such hero. It was the smell he registered first. [i]Gas.[/i] He thought. Then the engine roared into earline. Two tires skidding across the tarmac, light against the ground. The bike had stopped and the occupant's footsteps skirted towards them but kept their distance. It was only after Deadpool had been knocked back that she decided to make her entrance. She walked to them, matching their gait and said something like,

[b]"Figured you guys could use a woman's touch"[/b]. Logan smirked to himself as Black Canary emerged.

[color=ff7119][b]"I don't know who you are, Doll, but we have our hands full at the moment."[/b][/color] It would take more than a knock to keep Deadpool down and he knew there were others who required their help. [color=ff7119][b]"Lend a hand or get out of the way."[/b][/color]

[color=fdc68a][b]"Now now, Logan."[/b][/color] The Sasquatch chimes in. Although his senses were less trained and newer to him than Logan's, he had noticed the interloper as well. [color=fdc68a][b]"Take no notice of him. That's just his way of asking for help."[/b][/color]

[color=00aeef][b]"A pleasure to meet you,"[/b][/color] The youngest of the assembly pipes up, flying to meet her eyeline as they travelled. [color=00aeef][b]"We're Alpha Flight. You might have heard of us"[/b][/color]. Logan rolls his eyes, before noticing the mutate infront of them start to move. 

[color=FIREBRICK][b]"My ass!"[/b][/color] Deadpool yells, as he raises an arm. Clenched in his fist was a grenade.

[color=ff7119][b]"Networking can wait..."[/b][/color] Logan yells, popping his claws. Time to let loose.