James Howlett (Old Man Logan/Wolverine)

Logan, now renamed James Howlett, sat in the front seat of his black limousine, parked under a flickering streetlight. With a tired sigh, he glanced aimlessly in the rearview mirror and ran a hand through his stubble. A notification popped up on his phone: another client. Female name. No profile picture. The pickup point was a dive bar on the outskirts.
“Great... Another drunk for sure...”

He grunted to himself, reluctantly starting the engine.
The rain began to splatter on the windshield as the car slid across the wet asphalt. Logan didn't like driving at night, but he needed the money.
When he arrived, he double-parked the car and rolled down the window a bit. His raspy voice came from inside, dry and listless:
“Are you the one on the trip?”

Do what you want.