One second, said Charls' raised finger to Zach, the pointing one of his left although he must have flipped his middle one in a mental way more often than not when he conversed with the man. But he wasn't conversing with him exactly. Head tilted a little to one side, he pressed a phone to one side of his face to which he spoke in a low voice. "We're in position," he informed them. And that was the end of the call.
"Resources are on their way." That was officially the start of his conversation with his colleague who he approached. "Our mission is to keep them alive for as long as it takes. If the elders' prediction is correct, Power," aka Shinra, because the Descendants loved aliases too much, "would have enough military power to get in the way. Our job is to finish them off while the resources finish off the crowd. In time, they'll be let loose among the citizens. We disperse with the crowd." His phone rang again. He picked it up.