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Vittoria
nodded
,
eyes
still
closed
.
"
I
think
our
ride
’
s
here
.
"
Langdon
heard
the
distant
whine
,
looked
up
,
and
felt
a
sinking
feeling
.
Approaching
from
the
north
was
a
helicopter
,
slicing
low
across
the
runway
.
Langdon
had
been
on
a
helicopter
once
in
the
Andean
Palpa
Valley
looking
at
the
Nazca
sand
drawings
and
had
not
enjoyed
it
one
bit
.
A
flying
shoebox
.
After
a
morning
of
space
plane
rides
,
Langdon
had
hoped
the
Vatican
would
send
a
car
.
Apparently
not
.
The
chopper
slowed
overhead
,
hovered
a
moment
,
and
dropped
toward
the
runway
in
front
of
them
.
The
craft
was
white
and
carried
a
coat
of
arms
emblazoned
on
the
side
—
two
skeleton
keys
crossing
a
shield
and
papal
crown
.
He
knew
the
symbol
well
.
It
was
the
traditional
seal
of
the
Vatican
—
the
sacred
symbol
of
the
Holy
See
or
"
holy
seat
"
of
government
,
the
seat
being
literally
the
ancient
throne
of
St
.
Peter
.
The
Holy
Chopper
,
Langdon
groaned
,
watching
the
craft
land
.
He
’
d
forgotten
the
Vatican
owned
one
of
these
things
,
used
for
transporting
the
Pope
to
the
airport
,
to
meetings
,
or
to
his
summer
palace
in
Gandolfo
.
Langdon
definitely
would
have
preferred
a
car
.
The
pilot
jumped
from
the
cockpit
and
strode
toward
them
across
the
tarmac
.
Now
it
was
Vittoria
who
looked
uneasy
.
"
That
’
s
our
pilot
?
"
Langdon
shared
her
concern
.
"
To
fly
,
or
not
to
fly
.
That
is
the
question
.
"
The
pilot
looked
like
he
was
festooned
for
a
Shakespearean
melodrama
.
His
puffy
tunic
was
vertically
striped
in
brilliant
blue
and
gold
.
He
wore
matching
pantaloons
and
spats
.
On
his
feet
were
black
flats
that
looked
like
slippers
.
On
top
of
it
all
,
he
wore
a
black
felt
beret
.
