for three years now. If I reveal details of Russia’s illegalities here in the Sudan, if I tell my followers, directly and forcefully, that the Russians are prepared to fan the flames of war against us, then there will be no Russian influence on the citizenry, and consequently, no civil war. If there is no civil war, then it is doubtful that Chad would invade. I can even let it be known that China was involved in my kidnapping. This will hurt Chinese interests in the region and return the minerals of the Sudan to the Sudanese.”
“China had nothing to do with this kidnapping.”
Abboud shrugged. “My followers will believe me. There is evidence to back me up, as well. Chinese Special Forces have been secretly training my troops in Port Sudan, to provide security to Tract 12A along the Chad border. China has known good and well that Russia covets their oil, and they knew that Russia wanted me dead. I can convince the Sudanese people that China and I had a disagreement, so they decided to get me out of the picture by trading me away.”
“That’s brilliant.” Court said. It sickened him to say so.
“Thank your coworkers. This was all part of a CIA plot, a plot to get me to voluntarily turn myself in to the ICC. As I said, I turned their offer of exile down.” He shrugged his shoulders good-naturedly. “So here you are to enforce the offer.”
“So you are more beneficial alive than dead.”
Abboud shrugged. “Apparently so. You get me out of here alive, and I will play my part. As you said early this morning in Suakin, you and I are on the same team. Only you did not know the truth of that statement.”
The Thuraya phone rang.
FORTY-FOUR
“Hey, Zack.”
“You back with us, or are you still high as giraffe nuts?”
“I’m good to go; sorry about before. I was hurting pretty bad and accidentally pulled the wrong dosage of—”
“Forget it. We’ve got a problem. This whole op just went tits up.”
“What happened?”
“Langley says we greased some Chinks.”
“Say again?”
“We killed some Chinese guys.”
Court thought back to what Oryx had just told him. “Combatants.”
“No doubt, but apparently that’s still a no-no.”
Court knew who they were. “Special Forces, here training the Sudanese up in Port Sudan.”
“Yeah, that’s what Denny thinks. Probably from their Flying Dragon unit. Sudan Station didn’t even know they were in country.”
“Shit, Zack. How bad is it?”
“It’s not good, from the sound of it. Langley is dealing with the White House right now. The White House didn’t sign on for a dustup with a superpower.”
Court rubbed sweat from his eyes. The wound in his back was better from the meds, though it still stung. “How many Chinese did you guys kill?”
“Close to thirty, apparently. We’re guessing that Mi-17 Dan shot down was full of troops and a flight crew. That would account for that number of KIA. But seriously, BFD. Aren’t there like two billion Chinks? It’s not like they’ll miss them.”
“Dan didn’t, apparently.”
“Ha. Yeah, no shit.”
“What’s the fallout going to be on this?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. I am to reestablish coms with Denny in thirty mikes. Worst case, we bug out.”
“With Abboud, you mean?”
“Let’s just wait till we hear back.”
“Roger that, Six out.”
Zack called back just after nine in the evening. Court had spent the last forty-five minutes talking to Oryx about the offer he’d received from the West. He seemed willing to do whatever he had to do to stay out of prison and to make his way to Cuba as a free man.
It was sickening, but Court understood that it was unquestionably the best of a long list of shitty outcomes.
Zack said, “Six, I need you to get far enough away from Oryx to where he can’t hear your side of this conversation.”
“Copy that, wait one.” Court looked at Oryx, still shackled to the center beam of the shack, turned, and left the tiny hooch. Outside in the cooling evening, he lowered onto his haunches and sat down at the rear bumper of the Skoda. “Okay, I’m alone.”
“I’ve got a big-time change to your op orders, Six. You ready for this?”
“Affirmative, go ahead.”
Zack paused. Then, “The Chinese are saying that this morning’s engagement in Suakin killed twenty-six non-combatant civilian advisors.”
“Bullshit. They weren’t civilians.”
“Of course not. They’re lying through their noodleslurpin’ teeth, but they can do that, and everyone will believe them.”
“Go on.”
“The White House has officially shit their britches. They want nothing more to do with this operation. Seems