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Langdon
pulled
the
trigger
,
and
the
silencer
spat
.
The
bullet
exploded
through
the
toe
of
the
Hassassin
’
s
left
boot
.
Instantly
Langdon
felt
the
soles
of
the
Hassassin
’
s
boots
connect
with
his
chest
,
driving
him
back
with
a
crushing
kick
.
The
two
men
splashed
down
in
a
spray
of
blood
and
water
.
As
the
icy
liquid
engulfed
Langdon
’
s
body
,
his
first
cognition
was
pain
.
Survival
instinct
came
next
.
He
realized
he
was
no
longer
holding
his
weapon
.
It
had
been
knocked
away
.
Diving
deep
,
he
groped
along
the
slimy
bottom
.
His
hand
gripped
metal
.
A
handful
of
coins
.
He
dropped
them
.
Opening
his
eyes
,
Langdon
scanned
the
glowing
basin
.
The
water
churned
around
him
like
a
frigid
Jacuzzi
.
Despite
the
instinct
to
breathe
,
fear
kept
him
on
the
bottom
.
Always
moving
.
He
did
not
know
from
where
the
next
assault
would
come
He
needed
to
find
the
gun
!
His
hands
groped
desperately
in
front
of
him
.
You
have
the
advantage
,
he
told
himself
.
You
are
in
your
element
.
Even
in
a
soaked
turtleneck
Langdon
was
an
agile
swimmer
.
Water
is
your
element
.
When
Langdon
’
s
fingers
found
metal
a
second
time
,
he
was
certain
his
luck
had
changed
.
The
object
in
his
hand
was
no
handful
of
coins
.
He
gripped
it
and
tried
to
pull
it
toward
him
,
but
when
he
did
,
he
found
himself
gliding
through
the
water
.
The
object
was
stationary
.
Langdon
realized
even
before
he
coasted
over
the
cardinal
’
s
writhing
body
that
he
had
grasped
part
of
the
metal
chain
that
was
weighing
the
man
down
.
Langdon
hovered
a
moment
,
immobilized
by
the
sight
of
the
terrified
face
staring
up
at
him
from
the
floor
of
the
fountain
.
Jolted
by
the
life
in
the
man
’
s
eyes
,
Langdon
reached
down
and
grabbed
the
chains
,
trying
to
heave
him
toward
the
surface
.
The
body
came
slowly
…
like
an
anchor
.
Langdon
pulled
harder
.
When
the
cardinal
’
s
head
broke
the
surface
,
the
old
man
gasped
a
few
sucking
,
desperate
breaths
.
Then
,
violently
,
his
body
rolled
,
causing
Langdon
to
lose
his
grip
on
the
slippery
chains
.
Like
a
stone
,
Baggia
went
down
again
and
disappeared
beneath
the
foaming
water
.
Langdon
dove
,
eyes
wide
in
the
liquid
murkiness
.
He
found
the
cardinal
.
This
time
,
when
Langdon
grabbed
on
,
the
chains
across
Baggia
’
s
chest
shifted
…
parting
to
reveal
a
further
wickedness
…
a
word
stamped
in
seared
flesh
.
