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They
split
up
and
spread
out
along
the
piazza
perimeter
,
quietly
unloading
men
at
select
points
.
The
debarking
guards
moved
into
the
throng
of
tourists
and
media
vans
on
the
edge
of
the
square
and
instantly
became
invisible
.
Some
of
the
guards
entered
the
forest
of
pillars
encompassing
the
colonnade
.
They
too
seemed
to
evaporate
into
the
surroundings
.
As
Langdon
watched
through
the
windshield
,
he
sensed
a
noose
tightening
around
St
.
Peter
’
s
.
In
addition
to
the
men
Olivetti
had
just
dispatched
,
the
commander
had
radioed
ahead
to
the
Vatican
and
sent
additional
undercover
guards
to
the
center
where
Bernini
’
s
West
Ponente
was
located
.
As
Langdon
looked
out
at
the
wide
-
open
spaces
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
,
a
familiar
question
nagged
.
How
does
the
Illuminati
assassin
plan
to
get
away
with
this
?
How
will
he
get
a
cardinal
through
all
these
people
and
kill
him
in
plain
view
?
Langdon
checked
his
Mickey
Mouse
watch
.
It
was
8
:
54
P
.
M
.
Six
minutes
.
In
the
front
seat
,
Olivetti
turned
and
faced
Langdon
and
Vittoria
.
"
I
want
you
two
right
on
top
of
this
Bernini
brick
or
block
or
whatever
the
hell
it
is
.
Same
drill
.
You
’
re
tourists
.
Use
the
phone
if
you
see
anything
.
"
Before
Langdon
could
respond
,
Vittoria
had
his
hand
and
was
pulling
him
out
of
the
car
.
The
springtime
sun
was
setting
behind
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
,
and
a
massive
shadow
spread
,
engulfing
the
piazza
.
Langdon
felt
an
ominous
chill
as
he
and
Vittoria
moved
into
the
cool
,
black
umbra
.
Snaking
through
the
crowd
,
Langdon
found
himself
searching
every
face
they
passed
,
wondering
if
the
killer
was
among
them
.
Vittoria
’
s
hand
felt
warm
.
As
they
crossed
the
open
expanse
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
,
Langdon
sensed
Bernini
’
s
sprawling
piazza
having
the
exact
effect
the
artist
had
been
commissioned
to
create
—
that
of
"
humbling
all
those
who
entered
.
"
Langdon
certainly
felt
humbled
at
the
moment
.
Humbled
and
hungry
,
he
realized
,
surprised
such
a
mundane
thought
could
enter
his
head
at
a
moment
like
this
.
"
To
the
obelisk
?
"
Vittoria
asked
.
Langdon
nodded
,
arching
left
across
the
piazza
.
"
Time
?
"
Vittoria
asked
,
walking
briskly
,
but
casually
.
"
Five
of
.
"
