He saw a mutant, obviously his target, walking towards the crate. He looked like, a dog? No, a wolf. Definitely a wolf. He had a rifle, so he wasn’t stupid. Rogue thought he kind of looked familiar, minus the fur and fangs. “Agent Rogue: werewolf hunter.” Rogue mused quietly. He had just leveled the rifle at the wolf man’s head, when something caught his eye. The mutant had turned his back to him, and Rogue noticed that he was wearing a banner around his waist. He zoomed in on the symbol on the banner, and what he saw sent chills up his spine.