Free PRIMAL Vengeance (3) by Jack Silkstone

Dhabi, courtesy of our Ukrainian friend."
           Following a successful mission in Ukraine PRIMAL now had an arms dealer under their control. The man had access to bulk supplies of almost any weapon system they wanted.
           "Excellent. What about other stakeholders?" asked Bishop. "Does the UN have much of a presence in the area?"
           "They have observers and some humanitarian aid types, but they're hopelessly undermanned and have their hands full trying to control the refugees," explained Chua. "China has vetoed any move to increase their numbers, and as long as it's in their interest to keep the UN hamstrung, that's not going to change."
           "Good old blue caps, about as useful as tits on a bull," said Bishop.
           "I disagree. It's not the UN at all," Chua said. "With a few thousand more troops they could probably keep the peace. The problem is with China vetoing every attempt to bring in more soldiers and equipment."
           Bishop glanced at Vance in surprise. The PRIMAL commander nodded. Maybe he had a point, Bishop thought, although it irked him to think the UN could achieve anything useful.
           "So what are we going to do about that? I mean apart from taking down the Janjaweed?"
           "Chua and I are working on that. Our biggest priority is to get you on the ground to stop the killing. There's a Lascar flight due in for a refuel in the next two hours. That should get you to Abu D by tonight. Hook up with Mitch and he will bang you into Juba where Mirza will RV with you."
           Chua pointed at the flat screen detailing the mission information. "I'll forward you the latest intel pack. You can check it out on the flight."
           "No dramas." Bishop shook hands with both men and exited the office. He did a rough time breakdown in his head. Two hours was not a lot of time to pack his gear and squeeze in a visit to Saneh. He hit the lift button for the first floor smiling to himself. Maybe he would just grab his drag bag. It had most of the things he needed and Mitch could sort out anything he missed. Yep, that would work, he thought, as he made a bee-line for Saneh's suite.
     

Chapter 11
     
    PETROCON Refinery, Kordofan District, Sudan
     
           The Janjaweed raid at Kaljak had shattered the morale of the newly formed SFF. The warriors felt shamed, forced to flee in the face of their mortal enemy and abandon innocent villagers to a fate worse than death. They wanted blood and Garang knew exactly where to extract it. He would raid the Chinese oil refinery across the border in Sudan. Not only would it bolster the men's morale, it would also draw more fighters to their ranks.
           The SFF leader had waited until runners brought reports of Janjaweed attacks further to the east. Now that the raiders were more than a day's drive from the refinery, there was no chance they could interfere with his plans. Garang was not deluded enough to think his rag-tag band could defeat the well-equipped and battle-hardened Janjaweed. Contracted Chinese guards, on the other hand, were another matter.
           They waited in their firing positions for dawn to come. Garang and his thirty fighters were tense in anticipation, ready to unleash hell. Overnight Jonjo had led them from the vehicle hide to the refinery where the young warrior had guided each group to their firing positions. Garang had given them strict instructions, "Hold your fire until I shoot. Total radio silence." He would initiate the attack with his own RPG.
           The newly formed militia had only managed to scrounge a small number of RPGs and PKM machine guns. The majority of the Dinka tribe's heavy weapons had been cached in the mountains. The more experienced tribesmen were apprehensive of the young American. Less than half the original force the deceased Dinka chief had commanded were ready to follow Garang. This attack would prove his mettle as a commander.