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competitors has hired outside help."
           "It would seem so. I want you to hand your investigation over to MSS. Your skills are needed in Sudan."
           Yang did not respond immediately. The humiliation of the 'Tian Hai' being sunk was still sharp and handing over the investigation would be a further embarrassment.
           Zhu continued. "I promise you, Yang, if the investigation reveals anything, you'll be the first to know. Right now the action is in Sudan."
           "I can be at the refinery within twelve hours."
           "Contact me when you arrive."
           "Yes, sir."
           Zhu ended the call and handed the phone to the waiting stewardess who replaced it with a re-filled glass. He sipped it and studied the Mongolian steppes through the window. Why is it that oil is always found in the most miserable of places, he thought.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Juba, South Sudan
     
           The teaching hospital in Juba was a single story brick building nestled in the heart of the South Sudanese capital. The streets that surrounded it were hard-packed earth, the dwellings merely shantytowns of corrugated iron and salvaged materials. Juba was a city of poverty despite the wealth of natural resources betrothed to the fledgling nation.
           Dr Jess Hutton had been working at the hospital for over a year. Idealistic, free of spirit and fresh out of medical school she had tried to sign on with Médecins Sans Frontières. Doctors Without Borders had turned her down. The rejection letter had told her to gain more experience. Unperturbed, she dipped into her own savings and bought a ticket to Juba. On arrival she had offered her services to a not-for-profit organization providing support to the teaching hospital. Twelve months later Jess was running the small establishment. She managed a cadre of local nurses and took care of the endless stream of victims from the ongoing civil war.
           It was four days since the Dinka warriors had brought Garang to the hospital. He had slipped in and out of consciousness during the long drive from Khartoum and by the time they reached Juba he had degenerated into a partial coma. Jess had met them at the gates with a stretcher and orderlies. She did not recognize the battered body when they unloaded the stretcher from the vehicle, the face mangled beyond any form of recognition.
           It was Jonjo who had broken the news that the badly beaten soldier was in fact her lover, Garang. With tears streaming down her cheeks she had rushed him into the tiled room that served as their emergency department. Without any of the technology of a modern hospital there was little she could do other than insert an IV drip into his bruised body and wait. It had taken four long days before Garang began to stir.
           "Doctor Hutton, Doctor Hutton!" the Sudanese orderly ran yelling down the hospital's single corridor yelling.
           Jess appeared from one of the doorways a finger raised to her lips. "Quiet, Samir, we have patients recovering." Dressed in her whites and with her long, brown ponytail the American doctor resembled a star from a TV hospital drama. An uncommonly beautiful woman surrounded by the stench of poverty and the wounds of war.
           "I'm sorry, Doctor Hutton," the orderly whispered excitedly as he skidded to a halt. "But it's Garang; he's awake."
           The smile that split Jess's oval features filled the gloomy hospital with energy as she hurried to his private room. The two had met not long after Jess's arrival in the country. With their shared American backgrounds, they quickly became friends. It had not taken long for the impressionable young doctor and handsome freedom fighter to become lovers.
           Garang was sitting up in bed, his once handsome face still swollen beyond recognition. He turned towards Jess, dull eyes staring as she entered the room. She sat down next to him and took his