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Langdon
checked
his
watch
.
It
read
7
:
07
A
.
M
.
"
You
just
crossed
six
time
zones
,
"
the
pilot
offered
.
"
It
’
s
a
little
past
1
P
.
M
.
here
.
"
Langdon
reset
his
watch
.
"
How
do
you
feel
?
"
He
rubbed
his
stomach
.
"
Like
I
’
ve
been
eating
Styrofoam
.
"
The
pilot
nodded
.
"
Altitude
sickness
.
We
were
at
sixty
thousand
feet
.
You
’
re
thirty
percent
lighter
up
there
.
Lucky
we
only
did
a
puddle
jump
.
If
we
’
d
gone
to
Tokyo
I
’
d
have
taken
her
all
the
way
up
—
a
hundred
miles
.
Now
that
’
ll
get
your
insides
rolling
.
"
Langdon
gave
a
wan
nod
and
counted
himself
lucky
.
All
things
considered
,
the
flight
had
been
remarkably
ordinary
.
Aside
from
a
bone
-
crushing
acceleration
during
take
off
,
the
plane
’
s
motion
had
been
fairly
typical
—
occasional
minor
turbulence
,
a
few
pressure
changes
as
they
’
d
climbed
,
but
nothing
at
all
to
suggest
they
had
been
hurtling
through
space
at
the
mind
-
numbing
speed
of
11
,
000
miles
per
hour
.
A
handful
of
technicians
scurried
onto
the
runway
to
tend
to
the
X
-
33
.
The
pilot
escorted
Langdon
to
a
black
Peugeot
sedan
in
a
parking
area
beside
the
control
tower
.
Moments
later
they
were
speeding
down
a
paved
road
that
stretched
out
across
the
valley
floor
.
A
faint
cluster
of
buildings
rose
in
the
distance
.
Outside
,
the
grassy
plains
tore
by
in
a
blur
.
Langdon
watched
in
disbelief
as
the
pilot
pushed
the
speedometer
up
around
170
kilometers
an
hour
—
over
100
miles
per
hour
.
What
is
it
with
this
guy
and
speed
?
he
wondered
.
