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Across
the
lot
a
large
media
truck
was
parked
.
Langdon
ran
toward
it
.
A
paunchy
man
in
headphones
sat
in
the
cabin
adjusting
levers
.
Langdon
rapped
on
the
side
of
the
truck
.
The
man
jumped
,
saw
Langdon
’
s
dripping
clothes
,
and
yanked
off
his
headset
.
"
What
’
s
the
worry
,
mate
?
"
His
accent
was
Australian
.
"
I
need
your
phone
.
"
Langdon
was
frenzied
.
The
man
shrugged
.
"
No
dial
tone
.
Been
trying
all
night
.
Circuits
are
packed
.
"
Langdon
swore
aloud
.
"
Have
you
seen
anyone
go
in
there
?
"
He
pointed
to
the
drawbridge
.
"
Actually
,
yeah
.
A
black
van
’
s
been
going
in
and
out
all
night
.
"
Langdon
felt
a
brick
hit
the
bottom
of
his
stomach
.
"
Lucky
bastard
,
"
the
Aussie
said
,
gazing
up
at
the
tower
,
and
then
frowning
at
his
obstructed
view
of
the
Vatican
.
"
I
bet
the
view
from
up
there
is
perfect
.
I
couldn
’
t
get
through
the
traffic
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
,
so
I
’
m
shooting
from
here
.
"
Langdon
wasn
’
t
listening
.
He
was
looking
for
options
.
"
What
do
you
say
?
"
the
Australian
said
.
"
This
11th
Hour
Samaritan
for
real
?
"
