PRIMAL Renegade (A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 8) (The PRIMAL Series) by Jack Silkstone
Authors: Jack Silkstone
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a lot of anti-poaching organizations in South Africa,” said Kogo.
“Not so many here,” said Bishop. “Hey, let’s talk money, we don't come cheap.”
Kogo nodded. “The money is good. We’ll give you a five percent cut each of the ivory.”
“We, who is we?” asked Bishop.
“I work for someone, he authorizes all the details.”
“And his name is?”
“You don't need that information at the moment.” Kogo got up from the bed. “I will pick you up in the morning. Do you need equipment?”
“Don't bother, we don't work for people who don't have names,” said Bishop.
Kogo's brow furrowed and he glanced around the room. “OK, OK, I work for a man called Mamba Mboya.”
Bishop fought the urge to grab him by the throat. “Will he be coming with us?”
The poacher shook his head. “No, think of this as a trial. If you prove yourself to me then you will work with Mamba.”
“Fair enough. So, we've got our own gear. Where are we going?”
“I'll give you the location in the morning.” Kogo offered Bishop his hand.
“We don't work like that.” Bishop ignored Kogo's attempted handshake. “You either tell us where we're going or you find someone else.”
Kogo glanced nervously at Kruger then back to Bishop. “Tsavo East National Park. Are you familiar with it?”
“No, but we'll do our research. See you in the morning.”
Kogo nodded. “4.30 am. I'll have another man with me who knows the park.”
Bishop opened the door. “See you then.” He waited for the poacher to leave before moving across to the window and watching him climb into the Land Cruiser.
“You looked like you were going to kill him,” said Kruger.
“Wanted to, that slimy prick was probably at Luangwa.” He left the window. “Can I use your local phone?”
“What’s up?” Kruger handed him the device.
“I'm going to give Dom a call and see if he knows people at Tsavo. I for one will not be shooting any elephants.”
CHAPTER 7
TSAVO EAST NATIONAL PARK, KENYA
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Kogo stopped the Land Cruiser and killed the engine. He glanced in the rear vision mirror and made eye contact with Bishop. “This as far as we can drive.”
“Better get cracking then, ja .” He and Kruger alighted from the four-wheel drive and joined the third man at the back. He was their tracker; a lean bush-meat poacher familiar with Tsavo who spoke very little English. Bishop shrugged on his chest rig and inserted a magazine into his R5 assault rifle . Kruger carried a R1 and had a heavy-caliber double-barreled rifle slung over his shoulder.
“The tracker will lead us to the elephants. He says they will be near the lake a few miles from here.” Kogo took a compact chainsaw from the trunk and locked the vehicle. “Kruger will make the kill. I cut the tusks and we leave as fast as we can.”
“Is this area heavily patrolled?” asked Bishop as he checked his pouches. The South African-style vest he’d bought off Toppie contained the essentials including water, ammo, a compact pair of binoculars, and a medical kit.
Kogo turned to the tracker and asked him in Swahili.
The man shrugged and rattled off a few sentences.
“Not really,” translated Kogo. “There are volunteers patrolling the park but it's big.”
“So there’s a chance we could bump into a patrol out there.”
“It is possible, that’s why you have been hired.”
“I haven't seen any money yet, champ. I'm not about to go in there and get myself shot on the off-chance your mate here can find us an elephant. How about you cough up some cash up-front?”
Kogo shook his head. “I can't do that.”
“Listen, fuckbag, you've dragged us all the way out here because you're desperate. I don't know why but you need tusks and you need them fast. The way I see it you need to pay up-front or cut us in for a bigger slice.” Bishop locked eyes with the poacher.
“I can't make that decision.”
“You've got a
“Not so many here,” said Bishop. “Hey, let’s talk money, we don't come cheap.”
Kogo nodded. “The money is good. We’ll give you a five percent cut each of the ivory.”
“We, who is we?” asked Bishop.
“I work for someone, he authorizes all the details.”
“And his name is?”
“You don't need that information at the moment.” Kogo got up from the bed. “I will pick you up in the morning. Do you need equipment?”
“Don't bother, we don't work for people who don't have names,” said Bishop.
Kogo's brow furrowed and he glanced around the room. “OK, OK, I work for a man called Mamba Mboya.”
Bishop fought the urge to grab him by the throat. “Will he be coming with us?”
The poacher shook his head. “No, think of this as a trial. If you prove yourself to me then you will work with Mamba.”
“Fair enough. So, we've got our own gear. Where are we going?”
“I'll give you the location in the morning.” Kogo offered Bishop his hand.
“We don't work like that.” Bishop ignored Kogo's attempted handshake. “You either tell us where we're going or you find someone else.”
Kogo glanced nervously at Kruger then back to Bishop. “Tsavo East National Park. Are you familiar with it?”
“No, but we'll do our research. See you in the morning.”
Kogo nodded. “4.30 am. I'll have another man with me who knows the park.”
Bishop opened the door. “See you then.” He waited for the poacher to leave before moving across to the window and watching him climb into the Land Cruiser.
“You looked like you were going to kill him,” said Kruger.
“Wanted to, that slimy prick was probably at Luangwa.” He left the window. “Can I use your local phone?”
“What’s up?” Kruger handed him the device.
“I'm going to give Dom a call and see if he knows people at Tsavo. I for one will not be shooting any elephants.”
CHAPTER 7
TSAVO EAST NATIONAL PARK, KENYA
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Kogo stopped the Land Cruiser and killed the engine. He glanced in the rear vision mirror and made eye contact with Bishop. “This as far as we can drive.”
“Better get cracking then, ja .” He and Kruger alighted from the four-wheel drive and joined the third man at the back. He was their tracker; a lean bush-meat poacher familiar with Tsavo who spoke very little English. Bishop shrugged on his chest rig and inserted a magazine into his R5 assault rifle . Kruger carried a R1 and had a heavy-caliber double-barreled rifle slung over his shoulder.
“The tracker will lead us to the elephants. He says they will be near the lake a few miles from here.” Kogo took a compact chainsaw from the trunk and locked the vehicle. “Kruger will make the kill. I cut the tusks and we leave as fast as we can.”
“Is this area heavily patrolled?” asked Bishop as he checked his pouches. The South African-style vest he’d bought off Toppie contained the essentials including water, ammo, a compact pair of binoculars, and a medical kit.
Kogo turned to the tracker and asked him in Swahili.
The man shrugged and rattled off a few sentences.
“Not really,” translated Kogo. “There are volunteers patrolling the park but it's big.”
“So there’s a chance we could bump into a patrol out there.”
“It is possible, that’s why you have been hired.”
“I haven't seen any money yet, champ. I'm not about to go in there and get myself shot on the off-chance your mate here can find us an elephant. How about you cough up some cash up-front?”
Kogo shook his head. “I can't do that.”
“Listen, fuckbag, you've dragged us all the way out here because you're desperate. I don't know why but you need tusks and you need them fast. The way I see it you need to pay up-front or cut us in for a bigger slice.” Bishop locked eyes with the poacher.
“I can't make that decision.”
“You've got a
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