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"
That
’
s
me
,
"
Langdon
said
,
locking
his
car
.
"
Perfect
timing
,
"
the
man
said
.
"
I
’
ve
just
landed
.
Follow
me
,
please
.
"
As
they
circled
the
building
,
Langdon
felt
tense
.
He
was
not
accustomed
to
cryptic
phone
calls
and
secret
rendezvous
with
strangers
.
Not
knowing
what
to
expect
he
had
donned
his
usual
classroom
attire
—
a
pair
of
chinos
,
a
turtleneck
,
and
a
Harris
tweed
suit
jacket
.
As
they
walked
,
he
thought
about
the
fax
in
his
jacket
pocket
,
still
unable
to
believe
the
image
it
depicted
.
The
pilot
seemed
to
sense
Langdon
’
s
anxiety
.
"
Flying
’
s
not
a
problem
for
you
,
is
it
,
sir
?
"
"
Not
at
all
,
"
Langdon
replied
.
Branded
corpses
are
a
problem
for
me
.
Flying
I
can
handle
.
The
man
led
Langdon
the
length
of
the
hangar
.
They
rounded
the
corner
onto
the
runway
.
Langdon
stopped
dead
in
his
tracks
and
gaped
at
the
aircraft
parked
on
the
tarmac
.
"
We
’
re
riding
in
that
?
"
The
man
grinned
.
"
Like
it
?
"
Langdon
stared
a
long
moment
.
"
Like
it
?
What
the
hell
is
it
?
"
The
craft
before
them
was
enormous
.
