Karogen went silent at the mention of his father.  Lentan was really trying to rattle his nerves, trying to anger him into fighting.  He lowered his head as he walked by the luietenant.  As he had told the luitenant... humans can be rotten, too.  Anger boiled in his head as he tried to push back memories of his father.<br/><br/>Lentan had known about Mark's past.  How his father, one of the very first free humans in generations, had sold him, his mother, and his two little brothers back to the furs.  Who knew where -any- of them were now... he continued into the basement, taking a seat next to the dead radio.<br/><br/>It seemed like only a few seconds after he had sat down, a gunshot rang out.  He stood to his feet quickly.  So, the furs had sent someone after him... that's what Lentan has meant by his 'not recognizing a favor'- they were there to prevent his capture.<br/><br/>He sighed, and took a seat.<br/><br/>Faust watched his "leader" with his slightly enhanced night vision inheirited from his fox blood, grinning slightly in the dark.  The half-fox looked up, listening to the scuffle in the street above them.  Hopefully, the fur assualt team had been provided enough intel to learn who NOT to harm- Faust himself, of course.  There was no point in sending a spy into one of the human resistance movements, if they were going to mistakingly kill him along with the humans.<br/><br/>He looked back over towards the alarmed Karogen, wishing he had the ancestrial ability to smell his fear right now.  Not that he had anything against him- he was an alright guy. It was just that the furs paid more.