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Suddenly
,
the
van
’
s
side
door
slid
open
.
On
the
floor
of
the
van
,
contorted
in
agony
,
lay
a
naked
man
.
The
man
was
wrapped
in
yards
of
heavy
chains
.
He
thrashed
against
the
iron
links
,
but
the
chains
were
too
heavy
.
One
of
the
links
bisected
the
man
’
s
mouth
like
a
horse
’
s
bit
,
stifling
his
cries
for
help
.
It
was
then
that
Langdon
saw
the
second
figure
,
moving
around
behind
the
prisoner
in
the
dark
,
as
though
making
final
preparations
.
Langdon
knew
he
had
only
seconds
to
act
.
Taking
the
gun
,
he
slipped
off
his
jacket
and
dropped
it
on
the
ground
.
He
didn
’
t
want
the
added
encumbrance
of
a
tweed
jacket
,
nor
did
he
have
any
intention
of
taking
Galileo
’
s
Diagramma
anywhere
near
the
water
.
The
document
would
stay
here
where
it
was
safe
and
dry
.
Langdon
scrambled
to
his
right
.
Circling
the
perimeter
of
the
fountain
,
he
positioned
himself
directly
opposite
the
van
.
The
fountain
’
s
massive
centerpiece
obscured
his
view
.
Standing
,
he
ran
directly
toward
the
basin
.
He
hoped
the
thundering
water
was
drowning
his
footsteps
.
When
he
reached
the
fountain
,
he
climbed
over
the
rim
and
dropped
into
the
foaming
pool
.
The
water
was
waist
deep
and
like
ice
.
Langdon
grit
his
teeth
and
plowed
through
the
water
.
The
bottom
was
slippery
,
made
doubly
treacherous
by
a
stratum
of
coins
thrown
for
good
luck
.
Langdon
sensed
he
would
need
more
than
good
luck
.
As
the
mist
rose
all
around
him
,
he
wondered
if
it
was
the
cold
or
the
fear
that
was
causing
the
gun
in
his
hand
to
shake
.
He
reached
the
interior
of
the
fountain
and
circled
back
to
his
left
.
He
waded
hard
,
clinging
to
the
cover
of
the
marble
forms
.
Hiding
himself
behind
the
huge
carved
form
of
a
horse
,
Langdon
peered
out
.
The
van
was
only
fifteen
feet
away
.
The
Hassassin
was
crouched
on
the
floor
of
the
van
,
hands
planted
on
the
cardinal
’
s
chain
-
clad
body
,
preparing
to
roll
him
out
the
open
door
into
the
fountain
.
Waist
-
deep
in
water
,
Robert
Langdon
raised
his
gun
and
stepped
out
of
the
mist
,
feeling
like
some
sort
of
aquatic
cowboy
making
a
final
stand
.
"
Don
’
t
move
.
"
His
voice
was
steadier
than
the
gun
.
The
Hassassin
looked
up
.
For
a
moment
he
seemed
confused
,
as
though
he
had
seen
a
ghost
.
Then
his
lips
curled
into
an
evil
smile
.
He
raised
his
arms
in
submission
.
"
And
so
it
goes
.
"
