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Take
me
.
Please
…
But
the
lapping
that
lulled
in
him
a
far
-
off
sense
of
peace
was
also
pulling
him
back
.
It
was
trying
to
awaken
him
from
a
dream
.
No
!
Let
me
be
!
He
did
not
want
to
awaken
.
He
sensed
demons
gathering
on
the
perimeter
of
his
bliss
,
pounding
to
shatter
his
rapture
.
Fuzzy
images
swirled
.
Voices
yelled
.
Wind
churned
.
No
,
please
!
The
more
he
fought
,
the
more
the
fury
filtered
through
.
Then
,
harshly
,
he
was
living
it
all
again
…
The
helicopter
was
in
a
dizzying
dead
climb
.
He
was
trapped
inside
.
Beyond
the
open
door
,
the
lights
of
Rome
looked
farther
away
with
every
passing
second
.
His
survival
instinct
told
him
to
jettison
the
canister
right
now
.
Langdon
knew
it
would
take
less
than
twenty
seconds
for
the
canister
to
fall
half
a
mile
.
But
it
would
be
falling
toward
a
city
of
people
.
Higher
!
Higher
!
Langdon
wondered
how
high
they
were
now
.
Small
prop
planes
,
he
knew
,
flew
at
altitudes
of
about
four
miles
.
This
helicopter
had
to
be
at
a
good
fraction
of
that
by
now
.
Two
miles
up
?
Three
?
There
was
still
a
chance
.
If
they
timed
the
drop
perfectly
,
the
canister
would
fall
only
partway
toward
earth
,
exploding
a
safe
distance
over
the
ground
and
away
from
the
chopper
.
Langdon
looked
out
at
the
city
sprawling
below
them
.
"
And
if
you
calculate
incorrectly
?
"
the
camerlegno
said
.
Langdon
turned
,
startled
.
The
camerlegno
was
not
even
looking
at
him
,
apparently
having
read
Langdon
’
s
thoughts
from
the
ghostly
reflection
in
the
windshield
.
Oddly
,
the
camerlegno
was
no
longer
engrossed
in
his
controls
.
His
hands
were
not
even
on
the
throttle
.
The
chopper
,
it
seemed
,
was
now
in
some
sort
of
autopilot
mode
,
locked
in
a
climb
.
The
camerlegno
reached
above
his
head
,
to
the
ceiling
of
the
cockpit
,
fishing
behind
a
cable
-
housing
,
where
he
removed
a
key
,
taped
there
out
of
view
.
Langdon
watched
in
bewilderment
as
the
camerlegno
quickly
unlocked
the
metal
cargo
box
bolted
between
the
seats
.
He
removed
some
sort
of
large
,
black
,
nylon
pack
.
He
lay
it
on
the
seat
next
to
him
.
Langdon
’
s
thoughts
churned
.
The
camerlegno
’
s
movements
seemed
composed
,
as
if
he
had
a
solution
.
