Charlie and Faizal walked past the central square together. The loud roar of the diesel generators was getting more and more deafening.

Many ordinary people would have difficulties having a conversation under such a loud mechanical noise, and many other noises around it were also covered up. This was a good thing for Charlie. Even if something were to happen during the rescue and pursuit later, it would be very difficult for an outsider to spot it even if anyone were to shout and yell out loud.