PRIMAL Vengeance

Chapter 25



PETROCON Refinery, Kordofan District, Sudan



"Sir, I have some unfortunate news. Someone is providing covert support to the rebels." Yang stood in the vehicle park of the refinery using his satellite phone.

"Yes, continue," replied Zhu.

"The Dinka have been armed with modern weaponry. Today they attacked the Janjaweed camp and destroyed most of their vehicles. They also shot down the helicopter."

There was a pause as Zhu contemplated the information. "I should have anticipated this. It is possible that the CIA or MI6 have become aware of our activities and are attempting to balance the conflict. Do you think it is possible that this 'support' is coming from the same group involved in the destruction of the 'Tian Hai'?" The Chinese businessman's tone was flat, devoid of emotion.

"It is possible."

There was another pause. "Hmmm. Tell me, Yang, do you think that this venture is still economically viable? Can we still force the rebels south and secure the oil fields?"

"The only thing stopping us is the Dinka rebels and we easily outmatch them. Even if the CIA is involved they can do little to stop us short of sending in the Marines."

"There is no chance of that. In Africa the Americans are timid. They would not move without UN endorsement and our position on the UN Security Council precludes that."

"If we can locate the Dinka base, we can crush them and guarantee success. The Americans would be powerless. Omar has many more men and equipment is cheap. We will quickly replace his losses. Our objectives can be achieved."

"Excellent. Our intelligence has already located what they believe to be the rebel stronghold. As for manpower, I will speak to Omar and arrange for more of the Janjaweed to be sent south. Additional weapons and vehicles will also be made available. Is there anything else you will need?"

"No Sir. I am confident that with this information we cannot fail. Sagrib is motivated towards the destruction of the Dinka, especially the one they call Garang."

"Yes, Garang..." Zhu contemplated, "the American Dinka certainly leads me to believe that the CIA is involved. We cannot let them defeat us, Yang. Much is at stake. China needs oil to grow. Without it our great nation will wither like a plant without water."

The call ended and Yang limped back to the accommodation. His back spasmed with pain as he walked. This mission had taken a harsh toll on his body; first the knife wound to his leg on the 'Tian Hai' and now his injuries from the helicopter crash.

Yang clenched his jaw and his fists as he stiffly ascended the steps. He would make the men responsible pay, of that he was sure. This morning's convoy had already brought five of the new fast attack vehicles, shipped in from China, bristling with machine guns. With the other four-wheel drives and trucks Omar would send, the Janjaweed would regain their mobility. The SFF raid would have achieved nothing. Re-armed with vehicles, weapons and intelligence, Yang was sure Sagrib and his band of cutthroats would make short work of the Dinka.