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The
X
-
33
space
plane
roared
into
the
sky
and
arched
south
toward
Rome
.
On
board
,
Langdon
sat
in
silence
.
The
last
fifteen
minutes
had
been
a
blur
.
Now
that
he
had
finished
briefing
Vittoria
on
the
Illuminati
and
their
covenant
against
the
Vatican
,
the
scope
of
this
situation
was
starting
to
sink
in
.
What
the
hell
am
I
doing
?
Langdon
wondered
.
I
should
have
gone
home
when
I
had
the
chance
!
Deep
down
,
though
,
he
knew
he
’
d
never
had
the
chance
.
Langdon
’
s
better
judgment
had
screamed
at
him
to
return
to
Boston
.
Nonetheless
,
academic
astonishment
had
somehow
vetoed
prudence
.
Everything
he
had
ever
believed
about
the
demise
of
the
Illuminati
was
suddenly
looking
like
a
brilliant
sham
.
Part
of
him
craved
proof
.
Confirmation
.
There
was
also
a
question
of
conscience
.
With
Kohler
ailing
and
Vittoria
on
her
own
,
Langdon
knew
that
if
his
knowledge
of
the
Illuminati
could
assist
in
any
way
,
he
had
a
moral
obligation
to
be
here
.
There
was
more
,
though
.
Although
Langdon
was
ashamed
to
admit
it
,
his
initial
horror
on
hearing
about
the
antimatter
’
s
location
was
not
only
the
danger
to
human
life
in
Vatican
City
,
but
for
something
else
as
well
.
Art
.
The
world
’
s
largest
art
collection
was
now
sitting
on
a
time
bomb
.
The
Vatican
Museum
housed
over
60
,
000
priceless
pieces
in
1
,
407
rooms
—
Michelangelo
,
da
Vinci
,
Bernini
,
Botticelli
.
Langdon
wondered
if
all
of
the
art
could
possibly
be
evacuated
if
necessary
.
He
knew
it
was
impossible
.
Many
of
the
pieces
were
sculptures
weighing
tons
.
Not
to
mention
,
the
greatest
treasures
were
architectural
—
the
Sistine
Chapel
,
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
,
Michelangelo
’
s
famed
spiral
staircase
leading
to
the
Musèo
Vaticano
—
priceless
testaments
to
man
’
s
creative
genius
.
Langdon
wondered
how
much
time
was
left
on
the
canister
.
"
Thanks
for
coming
,
"
Vittoria
said
,
her
voice
quiet
.
Langdon
emerged
from
his
daydream
and
looked
up
.
Vittoria
was
sitting
across
the
aisle
.
Even
in
the
stark
fluorescent
light
of
the
cabin
,
there
was
an
aura
of
composure
about
her
—
an
almost
magnetic
radiance
of
wholeness
.
Her
breathing
seemed
deeper
now
,
as
if
a
spark
of
self
-
preservation
had
ignited
within
her
…
a
craving
for
justice
and
retribution
,
fueled
by
a
daughter
’
s
love
.
Vittoria
had
not
had
time
to
change
from
her
shorts
and
sleeveless
top
,
and
her
tawny
legs
were
now
goose
-
bumped
in
the
cold
of
the
plane
.
Instinctively
Langdon
removed
his
jacket
and
offered
it
to
her
.
