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wall to Tomas’ left.  And there was a large examination table in the center with an array of surgical equipment including bone chisel, bone cutter, a mallet, clamps, dissecting forceps, probe, Crile retractor, Tracheal hook, rip spreader, scalpels, Metzenbaum scissors, tissue expander, scale and - finally - an electric surgical saw.
    Tomas set the duffel bag on to the table and went straight to the computer. First, he tried to contact Dr. Greer at the lab, but she wasn’t available; so he left a short message that he was going to send her some samples of a new strain of the IHS virus. Then he googled a map of Singapore and studied it for a few moments. He needed to find a rendezvous point where he could meet up with Abigail and her friend. He had never been to Singapore, but thought he found a convenient spot to the north of the island that was secluded and easy to find. He preferred meeting them as close to the border as possible since he had to swim or take a boat across the strait as Singapore had closed its borders earlier in the week.
    He checked the website for CARS reality television show and saw that the reality show finale was being held at a casino resort in Marina Bay, Singapore. So he wrote a quick email to the hotel concierge of the resort, in care of Abigail and Jamie, that said:
    Made it to Johor in one piece. We must get you to our lab in Canada a.s.a.p. It’s imperative you meet me at the Punggol Jetty @ midnight tonight. Bring your passports.
    -Tomas
    He thought about those few hours he had spent with the reality show teams and remembered something that kept bothering him … that scratch on that Norris guy’s arm. He had noticed the wound after they had smashed into the shopping center display window and couldn’t help but wonder whether some of the gore from the zombies who had exploded across the front of the car had seeped into that cut.
    He finished the note with:
    P.S. Get Norris checked out. He may be infected.
    It was unlikely that they would get the message. But if they did, he wouldn’t have to search for them in that densely populated city-state.
    When he finished with the computer, he went to the sink, took off his shirt and did his best to scrub down. He put on a bio-suit, taking great care to ensure that it was sealed tight. Then he donned a surgical mask with an eye shield and removed the head from the sealed orange biohazard bag. Immediately, he regretted not breathing through his mouth as the rotten cheese stench from the decomposing tissue infected with the virus made him wretch.
    He clamped the head to the table with leather straps, switched on the electrical surgical saw and made quick work of sawing around the upper part of the skull. Then he took the bone chisel and mallet and tick, ticked a few deft taps on the cut line. The skull cap rose on its own off the top of the severed head from the release of pressure as the swollen brain expanded. It reminded him of watching bread rise in the oven. He removed the piece of skull and marveled at what he saw. The brain matter had lines of green sprouting through the pink as though an invasive plant had taken root inside this woman’s head. It was a curious sight, and Tomas took photos and recorded some video before proceeding.
    After removing the brain and weighing it, he set to work cutting horizontal slices from the brain itself and sandwiching them between slides. He wasn’t much of an expert in molecular biology, but knew enough to handle a microscope. When he put one of the slides under the microscope, he inhaled sharply. The green shoots were still teeming with live virus, as though the actual death of the woman six hours earlier had never occurred.
    Tomas took the head and the remains of the brain and sealed them back into the biohazard bag. Fearing an outbreak of this mutant virus in the middle of Johor, he thoroughly cleaned and disinfected the instruments and table. When he was finished, he set the slides into the data