Mark Karogen sighs, frowning at the reports from the radio.  He had not even considered the furs would pick up Lentan's full identity with what little he had said.  This is bad... as long as Lentan remained hostile, his greatest asset was the fact he was anonymous.  He didn't agree with his tactics, but definitely wished no harm on him.<br/>He frowned, angry at himself.  He should have realized that it was a bad idea to state Lentan's name over the air... but he wasn't tactically minded, like his friend was.  He couldn't have realized it until now- when it was too late.  He continued to listen to the news reporter on the radio.<br/><br/>"Also, it seems officials have tracked down the source of the recent broad-" The voice suddenly cut off, the room going black.  Gasps and murmurs arose inside the basement.<br/>"Calm down, please..." He said quietly but firmly.  "With all the comotion outside, a few power lines were probably knocked down."<br/><br/>He breathes a sigh of relief as the others quiet down- but his relief is suddenly replaced in panic.  What had the reporter been saying about the recent broadcast!?  Tracked down..?  That could ONLY possibly mean the S.E.M.  Although the S.E.M. was a well known group, they recieved many death threats a day- which was thier reason for hiding out in the slums of Hempstead.  No one cared about such a place, so no one with power to protect would care to go there in search of him.  Could the fur officials already have made it there?  Could that be the reason for the power outage?  His head began to spin.  He hadn't wanted to be a leader.  People had just followed him.   With that one foolish action he had done with peaceful intent, he had put himself, his followers, and Lentan in danger.<br/><br/>"Faust..."  He called out to his second in command.  "We... might have trouble coming," he told him in a hushed tone.  "There's a very small service drain in the northeast corner of this basement... it leads to a small room that should have no other access. No way an adult can fit through, but we need to hide the children in that room just in case.  It'll be hard to convince thier mothers to let them seperate, so if they put up a fuus, just let them keep thier child.  Under all circumstances, we want to prevent a panic in here."<br/><br/>Faust nodded, turning on an overly large decade-old flashlight, walked towards the huddled crowd.<br/><br/>"Please..." whispered Karogen, "Don't let anyone get hurt because of me..."