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seconds more.
    He heard a click. The door opened.
    THE FIRST THING LIAM SAW WAS BLOOD SPLATTERED IN DROPS on the metal floor. He glanced around the room. It was empty. Where was Kitano? Had he escaped?
    Liam stepped inside, and Kitano blindsided him.
    The impact drove Liam sideways into the wall. Liam felt something give in his shoulder and pain flared. He turned to fight, but Kitano caught him with a head butt, blood erupting into Liam’s eyes. Blind, Liam managed to shove Kitano away, giving himself a second to breathe.
    But only a second. Kitano came at him, cuffed hands held over his head like a club. Liam ducked low and drove a shoulder into Kitano’s midsection, sending them both to the floor.
    They fought silently, viciously. They traded blows for what seemed like hours but Liam would later estimate to be less than thirty seconds. In the end, Liam delivered the decisive strike. He got behind Kitano and ran him headfirst into the steel bulkhead adjacent to the door. Kitano fell to the floor, dazed, barely conscious.
    Kitano was streaked with red. Blood was everywhere.
    Liam tried to catch his breath. His shoulder ached. “You knew about the penicillin all along.”
    Kitano didn’t answer. His eyes gave away nothing.
    Liam looked around the room. Near his foot he saw a detached, bloody finger.
    He grabbed Kitano’s hand. The right one. It was missing the last two sections of the middle finger.
    What the hell?
    Liam nudged the finger with his foot. He bent over, studying it. Sticking out of the flesh was a small brass object.
    He pulled it free, wiped the blood off with his fingers. It was perhaps an inch long, threaded at the middle. A small brass cylinder, a miniature version of the ones that Kitano had described, the ones carried by the seven Tokkō. Cylinders containing the Uzumaki.
    “Jesus. You tell me everything, you bastard. Right now.”
    Kitano didn’t speak, and in a fury now, Liam struck him again and again. It was strangely quiet in the room, no cries. Kitano took the blows silently.
    “Tell me, you goddamn psychopath.”
    Kitano didn’t answer. He was limp, his eyes half closed. Liam was holding him up by his collar. When he finally released him, Kitano fell to the floor. Liam stood over him, breathing hard, clenching and unclenching his fists.
    Not moving, Kitano looked back up at him with glassy eyes.
    Liam tried to calm down, sort it all out. He and Kitano were alone. The guard was on deck. Everyone was still on deck, Liam was sure, mesmerized by the size and spectacle of an atomic explosion.
    Kitano stirred. He tried to stand but then fell back against the wall. He shook his head, trying to get his wits about him, attempted again to stand. He saw Liam, the cylinder.
    Liam held up the cylinder. “It’s in here, isn’t it? The Uzumaki?”
    Kitano slumped back, defeated. Neither spoke. Liam watched him, the man’s hands still cuffed together, finger missing. The blood dripped steadily from Kitano’s hand, forming a sticky pool on the floor. He was bleeding to death. Liam could stand here another five minutes and Kitano would bleed out. He would die. He should let him die. Liam wrapped his fingers around the cylinder, held it tight. “You goddamn bastard.”
    Finally Kitano said, “Kill me.”
    “What?”
    “Kill me. I want to die. I failed. Please. Kill me.”

    LIAM WAS ALONE ON THE DECK OF THE USS NORTH DAKOTA . It was past two a.m.
    He looked down at the small brass cylinder in his hand.
    He’d spent the last six hours in debriefings with Willoughby and his lieutenants, helping them prepare a communiqué to MacArthur describing the events leading to the destruction of the Vanguard . A second communiqué covered everything that he had discovered: that penicillin made you vulnerable to full-on infection. The vulnerability could persist for weeks, even years. Within hours, the Uzumaki takes over your GI tract. Transmission by fecal matter or stomach juices: vomiting, perhaps even spit.