Mark sighs in relief as he leads the group down into the basement of the run-down two story apartment complex.  Down here, they should be safe- fire proof, for the most part, with emergency provisions.  He turns towards one of his most trusted men, a fox half-fur named Faust, and nodded.  "Get a head count, I want to make sure we didn't leave anybody behind."<br/><br/>He sighs, shaking his head.  He had a pretty good feeling who was in charge of this- he had heard the rumors for quite some time that an army was being built- he had even been offered a high-ranking spot at one point.  But it wasn't what he had in mind.  Mark's weapons were words, his shield was peace.<br/><br/>He walks towards the back of the room, towards a very old-fashioned microphone, some beat down equipment beside it.  He flipped on a switch, and with a little bit of static, the voice of a panicked news reporter came through onn the radio, describing the madness.  Mark closed his eyes, cleared his mind while listening, calming himself.  After a moment, he switched off the speakers, and flipped a couple more switches, and pulled the microphone close to him.<br/><br/>"Sorry to interupt your broadcasts in such a state of emergency, people..." He said calmly.  "My name is Mark Karogen Jr... I am begging all sides to put down thier weapons.  Lentan, I know you're wanting what's right, but you're doing it in a way that will only bring death and hate."  With this, he flipped over the switches, and turned the radio back on.<br/><br/>"Karogen... everyone is accounted for," Said Faust, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Good..." He stood up, and turned towards the rest of the S.E.M.  "Look, there's a chance this building may be raided.  It will be a group of humans looking for fur militants and politicians.  Thier leader would only permit the harming of officials, but his men may not be so kind.  Those among us that are furs, move to the corners, the rest sit around them.  If we are raided, do not respond with violence or threats.  But that doesn't mean we have to cooperate- this is gonna be a good old fashioned sit in.  Do not converse with them if they threaten you in any manner, do you understand?"<br/><br/>Most of them nodded thier heads.  They were afraid, but loyal to the cause of peace.  Mark sat back down in his chair, sighing as he ran his hand through his long brown hair in frustration.