I asked about Japanese. Had they been here? An old man from a small village outside Porto Alegre said that a small Japanese contingent had come there in 1939. They circulated among the Japanese migrant community, offered money for unusual or dangerous organisms, particularly crop pests. They claimed to be from the Japanese agricultural ministry, but no one believed them. The villager said the Japanese knew nothing about maize or farming. Nor were they interested in techniques for growing. Only in whether people got sick.
The rumor was they were military. I asked, “Did they take samples of the fungus?” He nodded. They left with an enormous chest full of samples. Hundreds of species. They seemed pleased. He said, “I hated them. They were cruel, heartless men.”
Maggie was completely immersed, her universe reduced to the page of the notebook before her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her cell rang.
It was Jake.
She told him what she found. He said that Harpo and Vlad were working on the sequence and should have it in about an hour. He said he’d check back in later.
MAGGIE TURNED TO THE FUNGAL REGISTRY DATABASE, TYPING the specimen name,
But he’d kept this one a secret.
She took a different tack, looking to see if it had been listed by anyone else. It didn’t take long. She found it listed under
Maggie wouldn’t call Sadie a close friend, but the two women knew and respected each other. They had consulted each other on both scientific and bureaucratic issues that had arisen over the years. Toloff had never gone in for species chasing, an obsession among some mycologists. So what was she doing in Brazil searching out obscure fungi?
The answer was obvious. She was looking for the same thing Liam had been looking for.
She heard a sound, practically jumped out of her skin, then realized it was the heater starting up. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the fear, but she was sure someone was watching her. She picked up Vlad’s gun, then set it back down.
Maggie read the descriptor for
It was a nasty fungus but no worse than dozens of other mycotoxin-producing species. What was special about this one? According to what Jake had told her a few hours before, Liam maintained that the Uzumaki was the most dangerous biological pathogen he’d ever seen. So how did it get that way? How had the Japanese changed it when they knew next to nothing about genetics at that time?
A few more clicks gave her the first clue.
Depending on its environment,
The second form was much simpler, a single-celled yeastlike organism. It grew in hot, moist conditions, such as inside the bodies of warm-blooded mammals. It would take up residence in the digestive tract of either humans or birds, reproducing asexually, by simple division. It would grow quickly but was relatively harmless, producing none of the poisonous toxins that were present in the spiral form. Its goal was simple-to ride along with the mammal, not causing it too much discomfort, until it dropped out in the fecal matter of the host and would begin life again in its spiral form.
Maggie struggled to piece it all together. She stared down at the pictures of the little spiral growths. So how had the Japanese turned fungus into a weapon?