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The
piazza
had
exploded
into
a
frenzy
of
aggression
.
Media
trucks
skidded
into
place
like
assault
vehicles
claiming
beachheads
.
Reporters
unfurled
high
-
tech
electronics
like
soldiers
arming
for
battle
.
All
around
the
perimeter
of
the
square
,
networks
jockeyed
for
position
as
they
raced
to
erect
the
newest
weapon
in
media
wars
—
flat
-
screen
displays
.
Flat
-
screen
displays
were
enormous
video
screens
that
could
be
assembled
on
top
of
trucks
or
portable
scaffolding
.
The
screens
served
as
a
kind
of
billboard
advertisement
for
the
network
,
broadcasting
that
network
’
s
coverage
and
corporate
logo
like
a
drive
-
in
movie
.
If
a
screen
were
well
-
situated
—
in
front
of
the
action
,
for
example
—
a
competing
network
could
not
shoot
the
story
without
including
an
advertisement
for
their
competitor
.
The
square
was
quickly
becoming
not
only
a
multimedia
extravaganza
,
but
a
frenzied
public
vigil
.
Onlookers
poured
in
from
all
directions
.
Open
space
in
the
usually
limitless
square
was
fast
becoming
a
valuable
commodity
.
People
clustered
around
the
towering
flat
-
screen
displays
,
listening
to
live
reports
in
stunned
excitement
.
Only
a
hundred
yards
away
,
inside
the
thick
walls
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Basilica
,
the
world
was
serene
.
Lieutenant
Chartrand
and
three
other
guards
moved
through
the
darkness
.
Wearing
their
infrared
goggles
,
they
fanned
out
across
the
nave
,
swinging
their
detectors
before
them
.
The
search
of
Vatican
City
’
s
public
access
areas
so
far
had
yielded
nothing
.
"
Better
remove
your
goggles
up
here
,
"
the
senior
guard
said
.
Chartrand
was
already
doing
it
.
They
were
nearing
the
Niche
of
the
Palliums
—
the
sunken
area
in
the
center
of
the
basilica
.
It
was
lit
by
ninety
-
nine
oil
lamps
,
and
the
amplified
infrared
would
have
seared
their
eyes
.
Chartrand
enjoyed
being
out
of
the
heavy
goggles
,
and
he
stretched
his
neck
as
they
descended
into
the
sunken
niche
to
scan
the
area
.
The
room
was
beautiful
…
golden
and
glowing
.
He
had
not
been
down
here
yet
.
It
seemed
every
day
since
Chartrand
had
arrived
in
Vatican
City
he
had
learned
some
new
Vatican
mystery
.
These
oil
lamps
were
one
of
them
.
There
were
exactly
ninety
-
nine
lamps
burning
at
all
times
.
It
was
tradition
.
The
clergy
vigilantly
refilled
the
lamps
with
sacred
oils
such
that
no
lamp
ever
burned
out
.
It
was
said
they
would
burn
until
the
end
of
time
.
Or
at
least
until
midnight
,
Chartrand
thought
,
feeling
his
mouth
go
dry
again
.
