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placing them in the bag. His fighters provided cover, taking turns firing at the towers as he slid back into the creek line that ran parallel to the refinery fence. It was slick with oil and he struggled the seventy meters along the creek to where Jonjo's team was located.
           Black smoke stung his eyes and lungs as he called out to the team. Jonjo's voice penetrated the haze and within seconds the young soldier appeared. Garang handed him the satchel of grenades. "Use the smoke for cover. Take two men forward and throw grenades into the compound."
           "A good plan, Garang."
           Jonjo threw the satchel over his shoulder and disappeared into the smoke. He ran blindly, using his memory of the ground to find his team of ten men. They were crouched behind a rocky outcrop, searching for targets in the thick smoke. Leaving seven of them to provide security, he took his best two men forward.
           They moved around the outcrop, Jonjo leading through the smoke. He slung his AK and pulled the pin from his first grenade, ensuring he held the lever tightly. Sprinting forward, he ran over a berm and barrelled out of the smoke.
           One of the guards in the tower spotted him and attempted to bring his weapon to bear. Jonjo let the handle fly off the grenade, cooking it off before he pitched it at the tower. It sailed through the air and detonated as it hit the wire mesh that screened the tower. The blast peppered the occupants with shrapnel wounding one and killing the rest.
           The other two SFF fired shots at the towers with their AKs, suppressing the guard posts. Jonjo emptied his satchel onto the ground and stood over the heap of grenades, yanking out the pins before lobbing them over the fence into the refinery.
           Back in his position Garang directed the fire of his PKM machine guns. They were eating through ammunition quickly but he needed to buy enough time for Jonjo to finish grenading the compound and then escape. He couldn't help but grin as the steady crump of grenades added to the roar of the inferno at the front gate and snap of small arms fire. Things were going very well indeed.
     
     

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