They didn't know where Alastor actually lived.

Which was a problem. Because they wanted to find him.

Happily, the radio station had come online not long after the whole business with the reactor, so it was easy to find a place where he could usually be found.

So they marched right on up to the station and stepped inside, hands behind their back with a highly innocent expression on their face, which did not, in fact, point to imminent chaos.