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Inside
the
chopper
,
the
whine
of
the
engines
and
the
gale
from
the
open
door
assaulted
Langdon
’
s
senses
with
a
deafening
chaos
.
He
steadied
himself
against
the
magnified
drag
of
gravity
as
the
camerlegno
accelerated
the
craft
straight
up
.
The
glow
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
shrank
beneath
them
until
it
was
an
amorphous
glowing
ellipse
radiating
in
a
sea
of
city
lights
.
The
antimatter
canister
felt
like
deadweight
in
Langdon
’
s
hands
.
He
held
tighter
,
his
palms
slick
now
with
sweat
and
blood
.
Inside
the
trap
,
the
globule
of
antimatter
hovered
calmly
,
pulsing
red
in
the
glow
of
the
LED
countdown
clock
.
"
Two
minutes
!
"
Langdon
yelled
,
wondering
where
the
camerlegno
intended
to
drop
the
canister
.
The
city
lights
beneath
them
spread
out
in
all
directions
.
In
the
distance
to
the
west
,
Langdon
could
see
the
twinkling
delineation
of
the
Mediterranean
coast
—
a
jagged
border
of
luminescence
beyond
which
spread
an
endless
dark
expanse
of
nothingness
.
The
sea
looked
farther
now
than
Langdon
had
imagined
.
Moreover
,
the
concentration
of
lights
at
the
coast
was
a
stark
reminder
that
even
far
out
at
sea
an
explosion
might
have
devastating
effects
.
Langdon
had
not
even
considered
the
effects
of
a
ten
-
kiloton
tidal
wave
hitting
the
coast
.
When
Langdon
turned
and
looked
straight
ahead
through
the
cockpit
window
,
he
was
more
hopeful
.
Directly
in
front
of
them
,
the
rolling
shadows
of
the
Roman
foothills
loomed
in
the
night
.
The
hills
were
spotted
with
lights
—
the
villas
of
the
very
wealthy
—
but
a
mile
or
so
north
,
the
hills
grew
dark
.
There
were
no
lights
at
all
—
just
a
huge
pocket
of
blackness
.
Nothing
.
The
quarries
!
Langdon
thought
.
La
Cava
Romana
!
Staring
intently
at
the
barren
pocket
of
land
,
Langdon
sensed
that
it
was
plenty
large
enough
.
It
seemed
close
,
too
.
Much
closer
than
the
ocean
.
Excitement
surged
through
him
.
This
was
obviously
where
the
camerlegno
planned
to
take
the
antimatter
!
The
chopper
was
pointing
directly
toward
it
!
The
quarries
!
Oddly
,
however
,
as
the
engines
strained
louder
and
the
chopper
hurtled
through
the
air
,
Langdon
could
see
that
the
quarries
were
not
getting
any
closer
.
Bewildered
,
he
shot
a
glance
out
the
side
door
to
get
his
bearings
.
What
he
saw
doused
his
excitement
in
a
wave
of
panic
.
Directly
beneath
them
,
thousands
of
feet
straight
down
,
glowed
the
media
lights
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
.
We
’
re
still
over
the
Vatican
!
"
Camerlegno
!
"
Langdon
choked
.
"
Go
forward
!
We
’
re
high
enough
!
You
’
ve
got
to
start
moving
forward
!
We
can
’
t
drop
the
canister
back
over
Vatican
City
!
"
