Death of Wolverine #2 Review

Written by Charles SouleIllustrated by Steve McNiven I remember when I was a kid learning game of football for the first time. I sat on the bed with my dad and brother, studying a game that by all rights makes no sense. “4 chances to go 10 yards,” my dad explained. I tried to recall the difference between a yard, meter, and kilometer, which were all confusingly similar. Adding to the confusion was the fact that yards come in many different sizes depending on your neighborhood. Sensing my bewilderment, he raised his hands and continued: “A yard is about this big.” “Two and a half yards per chance,” I was proud of myself for having conquered division. “Wait – that’s it?” It seemed too easy but, as it turns out, four chances are not many.

The second issue of Death of Wolverine begins with Logan sitting in disguise at a nightclub, a woman on each arm, waiting to meet someone. It feels a bit out of character – the brash, impulsive brawler pulling his hair into a Steven Seagal ponytail to deceive the masses – but so goes the scene. A smarmy-looking man approaches and their business deal begins: Steven Seagal has something to offer, but the cost is information. He opens a bag to reveal a Mark IX edition Iron Man helmet, presented in exchange for an audience with the person contracting the death of Wolverine. The manipulation works, leading Wolverine to Viper sitting atop her throne. The only problem is Viper did not put a price on his head, someone else did; she only hired Nuke to …