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"
Five
kilometers
to
the
lab
,
"
the
pilot
said
.
"
I
’
ll
have
you
there
in
two
minutes
.
"
Langdon
searched
in
vain
for
a
seat
belt
.
Why
not
make
it
three
and
get
us
there
alive
?
The
car
raced
on
.
"
Do
you
like
Reba
?
"
the
pilot
asked
,
jamming
a
cassette
into
the
tape
deck
.
A
woman
started
singing
.
It
’
s
just
the
fear
of
being
alone
…
No
fear
here
,
Langdon
thought
absently
.
His
female
colleagues
often
ribbed
him
that
his
collection
of
museum
-
quality
artifacts
was
nothing
more
than
a
transparent
attempt
to
fill
an
empty
home
,
a
home
they
insisted
would
benefit
greatly
from
the
presence
of
a
woman
.
Langdon
always
laughed
it
off
,
reminding
them
he
already
had
three
loves
in
his
life
—
symbology
,
water
polo
,
and
bachelorhood
—
the
latter
being
a
freedom
that
enabled
him
to
travel
the
world
,
sleep
as
late
as
he
wanted
,
and
enjoy
quiet
nights
at
home
with
a
brandy
and
a
good
book
.
"
We
’
re
like
a
small
city
,
"
the
pilot
said
,
pulling
Langdon
from
his
daydream
.
"
Not
just
labs
.
We
’
ve
got
supermarkets
,
a
hospital
,
even
a
cinema
.
"
Langdon
nodded
blankly
and
looked
out
at
the
sprawling
expanse
of
buildings
rising
before
them
.
"
In
fact
,
"
the
pilot
added
,
"
we
possess
the
largest
machine
on
earth
.
"
