PRIMAL Vengeance

Chapter 37



Khartoum Palace Hotel, Sudan



Yang's ears were ringing and a trickle of blood ran down his face where a piece of shrapnel had creased his skull. He was in better condition than the Sudanese SWAT team. Between the two operatives and their car bomb the group had been decimated. Their bodies formed a broken trail from the foyer of the hotel back to the burning wreck of the truck.

The Sudanese were not letting anyone into the building until they confirmed that the 'terrorists' were dead. Something that Yang knew was highly unlikely. No, these two men would have survived. The truck would have been a diversion and by now they would be long gone.

Once his hearing had partially returned Yang pulled out his phone and dialed his boss.

"What is the situation?" Zhu asked as soon as the phone connected.

"They escaped!"

"I expected as much, the Sudanese security forces are somewhat limited. So now both Omar and his Janjaweed pet are dead. I fear we have severely underestimated the American resolve to slow our influence in the region."

"I am not convinced that this is the work of the CIA. From the security camera footage I think these are the same two men responsible for the 'Tian Hai'. They have the same weapons, look similar, and match the descriptions my informant has provided. The 'Tian Hai', and now the assassination of Omar exhibit audacity I would not expect from CIA operatives."

"You sure it is the same men?"

"I know it is, and now I know they are also responsible for the recent set backs involving the Janjaweed."

"This is from our new friend."

"Yes, he has proven most knowledgeable on such matters."

"Interesting. So if they are not Americans, then who are they? Mercenaries?" Zhu asked.

"I assume so but at this stage I don't know. With your permission I would like to find out." Yang's voice was level, but Zhu knew his thirst for revenge was raging.

"You think the venture should continue?"

"Yes, Omar and the Janjaweed commander are replaceable. Our infrastructure and time are not. We are also postured to increase our pressure on what remains of the southern rebels. Our new contact will help us destroy what is left of their rag tag militia."

There was a short pause as Zhu considered his options.

"Has this become personal, Yang? These two men seem to be one step ahead of you at every turn."

The Chinese operative struggled to compose himself. The muscles in his neck bulged as he clenched his teeth. From the sinking of the 'Tian Hai', through being shot down in his helicopter, Yang had never experienced such defeat in his life. His injured leg, stiff back, and now scarred forehead, were all constant shameful reminders.

"If I said no then I would be lying."

"Good, there is much at stake. You have a personal interest in this now. Go forth and destroy these men, headquarters will provide anything you need!"

Zhu terminated the call.

Yang took a moment to focus his thoughts, then signaled for his driver. The young African drove his car to him through the police picket line where he had been waiting. Yang gave instructions to return to PETROCON HQ and the waiting helicopter. He needed to return to the refinery, south was where his two enemies would be heading, south to the oil and the battlefield. Already a plan was forming in his head as to how he would deal with the mercenaries.