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The
killer
wondered
how
Janus
could
possibly
handle
such
a
staggering
task
.
The
man
obviously
had
connections
on
the
inside
.
The
brotherhood
’
s
dominion
seemed
limitless
.
Janus
,
the
killer
thought
.
A
code
name
,
obviously
.
Was
it
a
reference
,
he
wondered
,
to
the
Roman
two
-
faced
god
…
or
to
the
moon
of
Saturn
?
Not
that
it
made
any
difference
.
Janus
wielded
unfathomable
power
.
He
had
proven
that
beyond
a
doubt
.
As
the
killer
walked
,
he
imagined
his
ancestors
smiling
down
on
him
.
Today
he
was
fighting
their
battle
,
he
was
fighting
the
same
enemy
they
had
fought
for
ages
,
as
far
back
as
the
eleventh
century
…
when
the
enemy
’
s
crusading
armies
had
first
pillaged
his
land
,
raping
and
killing
his
people
,
declaring
them
unclean
,
defiling
their
temples
and
gods
.
His
ancestors
had
formed
a
small
but
deadly
army
to
defend
themselves
The
army
became
famous
across
the
land
as
protectors
—
skilled
executioners
who
wandered
the
countryside
slaughtering
any
of
the
enemy
they
could
find
.
They
were
renowned
not
only
for
their
brutal
killings
,
but
also
for
celebrating
their
slayings
by
plunging
themselves
into
drug
-
induced
stupors
.
Their
drug
of
choice
was
a
potent
intoxicant
they
called
hashish
.
As
their
notoriety
spread
,
these
lethal
men
became
known
by
a
single
word
—
Hassassin
—
literally
"
the
followers
of
hashish
.
"
The
name
Hassassin
became
synonymous
with
death
in
almost
every
language
on
earth
.
The
word
was
still
used
today
,
even
in
modern
English
…
but
like
the
craft
of
killing
,
the
word
had
evolved
.
It
was
now
pronounced
assassin
.
Sixty
-
four
minutes
had
passed
when
an
incredulous
and
slightly
air
-
sick
Robert
Langdon
stepped
down
the
gangplank
onto
the
sun
-
drenched
runway
.
A
crisp
breeze
rustled
the
lapels
of
his
tweed
jacket
.
The
open
space
felt
wonderful
.
He
squinted
out
at
the
lush
green
valley
rising
to
snowcapped
peaks
all
around
them
.
I
’
m
dreaming
,
he
told
himself
.
Any
minute
now
I
’
ll
be
waking
up
.
"
Welcome
to
Switzerland
,
"
the
pilot
said
,
yelling
over
the
roar
of
the
X
-
33
’
s
misted
-
fuel
HEDM
engines
winding
down
behind
them
.
