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Without
a
word
,
Langdon
slipped
out
the
door
and
skirted
the
press
,
who
were
now
entering
the
church
in
droves
.
He
crossed
Piazza
Barberini
.
In
the
shadows
he
turned
on
the
walkie
-
talkie
.
He
tried
to
hail
Vatican
City
but
heard
nothing
but
static
.
He
was
either
out
of
range
or
the
transmitter
needed
some
kind
of
authorization
code
.
Langdon
adjusted
the
complex
dials
and
buttons
to
no
avail
.
Abruptly
,
he
realized
his
plan
to
get
help
was
not
going
to
work
He
spun
,
looking
for
a
pay
phone
.
None
.
Vatican
circuits
were
jammed
anyway
.
He
was
alone
.
Feeling
his
initial
surge
of
confidence
decay
,
Langdon
stood
a
moment
and
took
stock
of
his
pitiful
state
—
covered
in
bone
dust
,
cut
,
deliriously
exhausted
,
and
hungry
.
Langdon
glanced
back
at
the
church
.
Smoke
spiraled
over
the
cupola
,
lit
by
the
media
lights
and
fire
trucks
.
He
wondered
if
he
should
go
back
and
get
help
.
Instinct
warned
him
however
that
extra
help
,
especially
untrained
help
,
would
be
nothing
but
a
liability
.
If
the
Hassassin
sees
us
coming
…
He
thought
of
Vittoria
and
knew
this
would
be
his
final
chance
to
face
her
captor
.
Piazza
Navona
,
he
thought
,
knowing
he
could
get
there
in
plenty
of
time
and
stake
it
out
.
He
scanned
the
area
for
a
taxi
,
but
the
streets
were
almost
entirely
deserted
.
Even
the
taxi
drivers
,
it
seemed
,
had
dropped
everything
to
find
a
television
.
Piazza
Navona
was
only
about
a
mile
away
,
but
Langdon
had
no
intention
of
wasting
precious
energy
on
foot
.
He
glanced
back
at
the
church
,
wondering
if
he
could
borrow
a
vehicle
from
someone
.
A
fire
truck
?
A
press
van
?
Be
serious
.
Sensing
options
and
minutes
slipping
away
,
Langdon
made
his
decision
.
Pulling
the
gun
from
his
pocket
,
he
committed
an
act
so
out
of
character
that
he
suspected
his
soul
must
now
be
possessed
.
Running
over
to
a
lone
Citroën
sedan
idling
at
a
stoplight
,
Langdon
pointed
the
weapon
through
the
driver
’
s
open
window
.
"
Fuori
!
"
he
yelled
.
The
trembling
man
got
out
.
Langdon
jumped
behind
the
wheel
and
hit
the
gas
.
