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From
the
darkness
of
the
van
the
Hassassin
gazed
out
at
his
aggressor
and
couldn
’
t
help
but
feel
an
amused
pity
.
The
American
was
brave
,
that
he
had
proven
.
But
he
was
also
untrained
.
That
he
had
also
proven
.
Valor
without
expertise
was
suicide
.
There
were
rules
of
survival
.
Ancient
rules
.
And
the
American
was
breaking
all
of
them
.
You
had
the
advantage
—
the
element
of
surprise
.
You
squandered
it
.
The
American
was
indecisive
…
hoping
for
backup
most
likely
…
or
perhaps
a
slip
of
the
tongue
that
would
reveal
critical
information
.
Never
interrogate
before
you
disable
your
prey
.
A
cornered
enemy
is
a
deadly
enemy
.
The
American
was
talking
again
.
Probing
.
Maneuvering
.
The
killer
almost
laughed
aloud
.
This
is
not
one
of
your
Hollywood
movies
…
there
will
be
no
long
discussions
at
gunpoint
before
the
final
shoot
-
out
.
This
is
the
end
.
Now
.
Without
breaking
eye
contact
,
the
killer
inched
his
hands
across
the
ceiling
of
the
van
until
he
found
what
he
was
looking
for
.
Staring
dead
ahead
,
he
grasped
it
.
Then
he
made
his
play
.
The
motion
was
utterly
unexpected
.
For
an
instant
,
Langdon
thought
the
laws
of
physics
had
ceased
to
exist
.
The
killer
seemed
to
hang
weightless
in
the
air
as
his
legs
shot
out
from
beneath
him
,
his
boots
driving
into
the
cardinal
’
s
side
and
launching
the
chain
-
laden
body
out
the
door
.
The
cardinal
splashed
down
,
sending
up
a
sheet
of
spray
.
Water
dousing
his
face
,
Langdon
realized
too
late
what
had
happened
.
The
killer
had
grasped
one
of
the
van
’
s
roll
bars
and
used
it
to
swing
outward
.
Now
the
Hassassin
was
sailing
toward
him
,
feet
-
first
through
the
spray
.
