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An
instant
later
,
two
boots
strode
into
view
.
One
was
gushing
blood
.
As
a
water
polo
player
,
Robert
Langdon
had
endured
more
than
his
fair
share
of
underwater
battles
.
The
competitive
savagery
that
raged
beneath
the
surface
of
a
water
polo
pool
,
away
from
the
eyes
of
the
referees
,
could
rival
even
the
ugliest
wrestling
match
.
Langdon
had
been
kicked
,
scratched
,
held
,
and
even
bitten
once
by
a
frustrated
defenseman
from
whom
Langdon
had
continuously
twisted
away
.
Now
,
though
,
thrashing
in
the
frigid
water
of
Bernini
’
s
fountain
,
Langdon
knew
he
was
a
long
way
from
the
Harvard
pool
.
He
was
fighting
not
for
a
game
,
but
for
his
life
.
This
was
the
second
time
they
had
battled
.
No
referees
here
.
No
rematches
.
The
arms
driving
his
face
toward
the
bottom
of
the
basin
thrust
with
a
force
that
left
no
doubt
that
it
intended
to
kill
.
Langdon
instinctively
spun
like
a
torpedo
.
Break
the
hold
!
But
the
grip
torqued
him
back
,
his
attacker
enjoying
an
advantage
no
water
polo
defenseman
ever
had
—
two
feet
on
solid
ground
.
Langdon
contorted
,
trying
to
get
his
own
feet
beneath
him
.
The
Hassassin
seemed
to
be
favoring
one
arm
…
but
nonetheless
,
his
grip
held
firm
.
It
was
then
that
Langdon
knew
he
was
not
coming
up
.
He
did
the
only
thing
he
could
think
of
to
do
.
He
stopped
trying
to
surface
.
If
you
can
’
t
go
north
,
go
east
.
Marshalling
the
last
of
his
strength
,
Langdon
dolphin
-
kicked
his
legs
and
pulled
his
arms
beneath
him
in
an
awkward
butterfly
stroke
.
His
body
lurched
forward
.
The
sudden
switch
in
direction
seemed
to
take
the
Hassassin
off
guard
.
Langdon
’
s
lateral
motion
dragged
his
captor
’
s
arms
sideways
,
compromising
his
balance
.
The
man
’
s
grip
faltered
,
and
Langdon
kicked
again
.
The
sensation
felt
like
a
towline
had
snapped
.
Suddenly
Langdon
was
free
.
Blowing
the
stale
air
from
his
lungs
,
Langdon
clawed
for
the
surface
.
A
single
breath
was
all
he
got
.
With
crashing
force
the
Hassassin
was
on
top
of
him
again
,
palms
on
his
shoulders
,
all
of
his
weight
bearing
down
.
Langdon
scrambled
to
plant
his
feet
beneath
him
but
the
Hassassin
’
s
leg
swung
out
,
cutting
Langdon
down
.
He
went
under
again
.
Langdon
’
s
muscles
burned
as
he
twisted
beneath
the
water
.
This
time
his
maneuvers
were
in
vain
.
Through
the
bubbling
water
,
Langdon
scanned
the
bottom
,
looking
for
the
gun
.
Everything
was
blurred
.
The
bubbles
were
denser
here
.
A
blinding
light
flashed
in
his
face
as
the
killer
wrestled
him
deeper
,
toward
a
submerged
spotlight
bolted
on
the
floor
of
the
fountain
.
Langdon
reached
out
,
grabbing
the
canister
.
It
was
hot
.
Langdon
tried
to
pull
himself
free
,
but
the
contraption
was
mounted
on
hinges
and
pivoted
in
his
hand
.
His
leverage
was
instantly
lost
.
The
Hassassin
drove
him
deeper
still
.
