PRIMAL Vengeance

Chapter 44



PETROCON Refinery, Kordofan District, Sudan



"They have my son."

The satellite link between the two phones was crystal clear, allowing Yang to detect the slight quaver in his employer's voice, something he had never heard before.

"Who?" he asked calmly, not betraying his feelings.

"Who do you think, Yang?" Zhu yelled. "The American scum who are trying to destroy us. They took him from a nightclub in Shanghai. My men have searched the city and found nothing."

Yang forced himself to remain calm. "If they have him he will already be out of the country. I will put word out to all my contacts but I doubt they will help. These people are professionals. They will contact us shortly."

"Will they hurt him?" Zhu asked softly.

"No. They are going to offer us a trade. Your son for the man we captured."

"How can you be so sure?"

"What other reason would they have to take him? They know that if they hurt him, then you will become even more focused on destroying them. No. They will offer a trade." Yang reasoned.

"This is true. If we must trade your prisoner, so be it. I will spare no expense to have Ping returned. If required I will burn South Sudan to the ground."

Yang had no doubt that Zhu was willing to do exactly as he promised. In their culture they planned far into the future of generations yet to come; sons ensured the family's ongoing prosperity. The intelligence operative understood that a son was the most valuable thing a powerful government official could have, however the thought of trading Aden made him furious.

"I need time to interrogate the prisoner before any trade is made," Yang said.

"I have already requested an interrogator from Second Department. He will arrive in the capital tomorrow. You are to move the prisoner to our embassy in Khartoum."

"That is not necessary. I am more than capable of extracting the information we—"

"Enough! You are a capable agent but you are not an interrogator. This man will wring every piece of information possible out of this Aden. He will experience pain like he has never felt before. Xinhai will make him sing like a bird and I will have my son returned."

"Xinhai." Yang smiled at the name of China's most notorious interrogator, a man known throughout their intelligence community as the 'The Butcher'.

"The Commander of Second Department is family. He promised me the best."

"And Xinhai is just that," Yang agreed reluctantly. "He will pry every detail from our prisoner. We will soon know who he is working for."

"Yes, and then you will take this enemy apart piece by piece. Guard the prisoner with your life, Yang. He is the key to getting my son back."

"I will ensure he is delivered in one piece. What do you want done with the girl?"

"Dispose of her as you see fit."

Zhu terminated the call.

Yang placed his phone down on the plastic folding table that served as his desk. Aden's organization had displayed a capability far beyond his expectations. They had reached across the globe into China and shown the audacity to take action. There was no doubt in his mind, he was not dealing with a government agency. This organization had the potential to be far more dangerous.