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Like
every
man
there
,
Chartrand
was
Swiss
Army
trained
and
had
endured
two
years
of
additional
ausbilding
in
Bern
before
qualifying
for
the
grueling
Vatican
pròva
held
in
a
secret
barracks
outside
of
Rome
.
Nothing
in
his
training
,
however
,
had
prepared
him
for
a
crisis
like
this
.
At
first
Chartrand
thought
the
briefing
was
some
sort
of
bizarre
training
exercise
.
Futuristic
weapons
?
Ancient
cults
?
Kidnapped
cardinals
?
Then
Rocher
had
shown
them
the
live
video
feed
of
the
weapon
in
question
.
Apparently
this
was
no
exercise
.
"
We
will
be
killing
power
in
selected
areas
,
"
Rocher
was
saying
,
"
to
eradicate
extraneous
magnetic
interference
.
We
will
move
in
teams
of
four
.
We
will
wear
infrared
goggles
for
vision
.
Reconnaissance
will
be
done
with
traditional
bug
sweepers
,
recalibrated
for
sub
-
three
-
ohm
flux
fields
.
Any
questions
?
"
None
.
Chartrand
’
s
mind
was
on
overload
.
"
What
if
we
don
’
t
find
it
in
time
?
"
he
asked
,
immediately
wishing
he
had
not
.
The
grizzly
bear
gazed
out
at
him
from
beneath
his
red
beret
.
Then
he
dismissed
the
group
with
a
somber
salute
.
"
Godspeed
,
men
.
"
Two
blocks
from
the
Pantheon
,
Langdon
and
Vittoria
approached
on
foot
past
a
line
of
taxis
,
their
drivers
sleeping
in
the
front
seats
.
Nap
time
was
eternal
in
the
Eternal
City
—
the
ubiquitous
public
dozing
a
perfected
extension
of
the
afternoon
siestas
born
of
ancient
Spain
.
Langdon
fought
to
focus
his
thoughts
,
but
the
situation
was
too
bizarre
to
grasp
rationally
.
Six
hours
ago
he
had
been
sound
asleep
in
Cambridge
.
Now
he
was
in
Europe
,
caught
up
in
a
surreal
battle
of
ancient
titans
,
packing
a
semiautomatic
in
his
Harris
tweed
,
and
holding
hands
with
a
woman
he
had
only
just
met
.
He
looked
at
Vittoria
.
She
was
focused
straight
ahead
.
There
was
a
strength
in
her
grasp
—
that
of
an
independent
and
determined
woman
.
Her
fingers
wrapped
around
his
with
the
comfort
of
innate
acceptance
.
No
hesitation
.
Langdon
felt
a
growing
attraction
.
Get
real
,
he
told
himself
.
Vittoria
seemed
to
sense
his
uneasiness
.
"
Relax
,
"
she
said
,
without
turning
her
head
.
"
We
’
re
supposed
to
look
like
newlyweds
.
"
