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Even
with
the
terror
of
her
father
’
s
eye
boring
into
her
soul
,
Vittoria
sensed
an
additional
horror
awaited
inside
.
When
she
leveled
her
blurry
gaze
into
the
room
,
she
confirmed
the
next
chapter
of
the
nightmare
.
Before
her
,
the
solitary
recharging
podium
was
empty
.
The
canister
was
gone
.
They
had
cut
out
her
father
’
s
eye
to
steal
it
.
The
implications
came
too
fast
for
her
to
fully
comprehend
.
Everything
had
backfired
.
The
specimen
that
was
supposed
to
prove
antimatter
was
a
safe
and
viable
energy
source
had
been
stolen
.
But
nobody
knew
this
specimen
even
existed
!
The
truth
,
however
,
was
undeniable
.
Someone
had
found
out
.
Vittoria
could
not
imagine
who
.
Even
Kohler
,
whom
they
said
knew
everything
at
CERN
,
clearly
had
no
idea
about
the
project
.
Her
father
was
dead
.
Murdered
for
his
genius
.
As
the
grief
strafed
her
heart
,
a
new
emotion
surged
into
Vittoria
’
s
conscious
.
This
one
was
far
worse
.
Crushing
.
Stabbing
at
her
.
The
emotion
was
guilt
.
Uncontrollable
,
relentless
guilt
.
Vittoria
knew
it
had
been
she
who
convinced
her
father
to
create
the
specimen
.
Against
his
better
judgment
.
And
he
had
been
killed
for
it
.
A
quarter
of
a
gram
…
Like
any
technology
—
fire
,
gunpowder
,
the
combustion
engine
—
in
the
wrong
hands
,
antimatter
could
be
deadly
.
Very
deadly
.
Antimatter
was
a
lethal
weapon
.
Potent
,
and
unstoppable
.
Once
removed
from
its
recharging
platform
at
CERN
,
the
canister
would
count
down
inexorably
.
A
runaway
train
.
And
when
time
ran
out
…
A
blinding
light
.
The
roar
of
thunder
.
Spontaneous
incineration
.
Just
the
flash
…
and
an
empty
crater
.
A
big
empty
crater
.
The
image
of
her
father
’
s
quiet
genius
being
used
as
a
tool
of
destruction
was
like
poison
in
her
blood
.
Antimatter
was
the
ultimate
terrorist
weapon
.
It
had
no
metallic
parts
to
trip
metal
detectors
,
no
chemical
signature
for
dogs
to
trace
,
no
fuse
to
deactivate
if
the
authorities
located
the
canister
.
The
countdown
had
begun
…
Langdon
didn
’
t
know
what
else
to
do
.
He
took
his
handkerchief
and
lay
it
on
the
floor
over
Leonardo
Vetra
’
s
eyeball
.
Vittoria
was
standing
now
in
the
doorway
of
the
empty
Haz
-
Mat
chamber
,
her
expression
wrought
with
grief
and
panic
.
Langdon
moved
toward
her
again
,
instinctively
,
but
Kohler
intervened
.
