PRIMAL Vengeance

Chapter 12



PETROCON Refinery, Kordofan District, Sudan



When the tanker exploded, Yang had just walked out of his accommodation. Grabbing his pistol belt, he sprinted across the vehicle park towards the front gate. Smoke and gunfire confirmed his fears. The refinery was under attack.

All the guard towers were hit with small arms fire, suppressing them. The front gate was a raging inferno. Alarms sounded and guards rushed forward, attempting to reinforce the guard towers.

"Stop, you fools!" Yang screamed at them in Mandarin. If they attempted to climb the towers they would be killed. Held in reserve they could react to their attacker's next move. He rallied the guards and held them behind the concrete barriers that separated the vehicle park from the rest of the plant. Finding the senior ranking mercenary, he issued him a quick set of orders.

"Hold your men here. If anyone tries to penetrate the wire, kill them. Do not attempt to reinforce the towers until I give word on the radio. Is this clear?"

The guard captain nodded.

A fire truck rushed forward to attempt to extinguish the flames. Yang waved it back. He would let the tanker burn. The fire would not spread and it stopped any assault from entering the compound. The enemy would eventually run low on ammunition and be forced to withdraw.

The thump of a grenade drew his attention to one corner of the compound. The tower was under attack, the guards killed or injured. As he watched, another grenade sailed over the wall and detonated, fragging a number of the Chinese jeeps. Then another sailed over the fence, and another, a stream of grenades arcing over the wall exploding among vehicles and accommodation buildings. One of them rolled into an ammunition pit dug for the Janjaweed stocks of mortar bombs. Yang hit the sand as it detonated. A huge explosion flipped one of the jeeps into the air and the blastwave washed over him.

The Chinese operative clenched his fists as he watched the burning debris land on an accommodation building, setting it alight. His radio squelched. "Yang, this is Slayer. We are ready for take-off."

Yang got up and ran towards the helipad in the center of the plant. The battle was about to take a turn in his favor.