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He
studied
the
sleeping
woman
beside
him
.
Running
his
palm
across
her
neck
,
he
felt
aroused
with
the
knowledge
that
he
could
end
her
life
in
an
instant
.
What
would
it
matter
?
She
was
subhuman
,
a
vehicle
only
of
pleasure
and
service
.
His
strong
fingers
encircled
her
throat
,
savoring
her
delicate
pulse
.
Then
,
fighting
desire
,
he
removed
his
hand
.
There
was
work
to
do
.
Service
to
a
higher
cause
than
his
own
desire
.
As
he
got
out
of
bed
,
he
reveled
in
the
honor
of
the
job
before
him
.
He
still
could
not
fathom
the
influence
of
this
man
named
Janus
and
the
ancient
brotherhood
he
commanded
.
Wondrously
,
the
brotherhood
had
chosen
him
Somehow
they
had
learned
of
his
loathing
…
and
of
his
skills
.
How
,
he
would
never
know
.
Their
roots
reach
wide
.
Now
they
had
bestowed
on
him
the
ultimate
honor
.
He
would
be
their
hands
and
their
voice
.
Their
assassin
and
their
messenger
.
The
one
his
people
knew
as
Malak
al
-
haq
—
the
Angel
of
Truth
.
Vetra
’
s
lab
was
wildly
futuristic
.
Stark
white
and
bounded
on
all
sides
by
computers
and
specialized
electronic
equipment
,
it
looked
like
some
sort
of
operating
room
.
Langdon
wondered
what
secrets
this
place
could
possibly
hold
to
justify
cutting
out
someone
’
s
eye
to
gain
entrance
.
Kohler
looked
uneasy
as
they
entered
,
his
eyes
seeming
to
dart
about
for
signs
of
an
intruder
.
But
the
lab
was
deserted
.
Vittoria
moved
slowly
too
…
as
if
the
lab
felt
unknown
without
her
father
there
.
Langdon
’
s
gaze
landed
immediately
in
the
center
of
the
room
,
where
a
series
of
short
pillars
rose
from
the
floor
.
Like
a
miniature
Stonehenge
,
a
dozen
or
so
columns
of
polished
steel
stood
in
a
circle
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
The
pillars
were
about
three
feet
tall
,
reminding
Langdon
of
museum
displays
for
valuable
gems
.
These
pillars
,
however
,
were
clearly
not
for
precious
stones
.
Each
supported
a
thick
,
transparent
canister
about
the
size
of
a
tennis
ball
can
.
They
appeared
empty
.
Kohler
eyed
the
canisters
,
looking
puzzled
.
He
apparently
decided
to
ignore
them
for
the
time
being
.
He
turned
to
Vittoria
.
"
Has
anything
been
stolen
?
"
"
Stolen
?
How
?
"
she
argued
.
"
The
retina
scan
only
allows
entry
to
us
.
"
