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Captain
Bezu
Fache
carried
himself
like
an
angry
ox
,
with
his
wide
shoulders
thrown
back
and
his
chin
tucked
hard
into
his
chest
.
His
dark
hair
was
slicked
back
with
oil
,
accentuating
an
arrow
-
like
widow
’
s
peak
that
divided
his
jutting
brow
and
preceded
him
like
the
prow
of
a
battleship
.
As
he
advanced
,
his
dark
eyes
seemed
to
scorch
the
earth
before
him
,
radiating
a
fiery
clarity
that
forecast
his
reputation
for
unblinking
severity
in
all
matters
.
Langdon
followed
the
captain
down
the
famous
marble
staircase
into
the
sunken
atrium
beneath
the
glass
pyramid
.
As
they
descended
,
they
passed
between
two
armed
Judicial
Police
guards
with
machine
guns
.
The
message
was
clear
:
Nobody
goes
in
or
out
tonight
without
the
blessing
of
Captain
Fache
.
Descending
below
ground
level
,
Langdon
fought
a
rising
trepidation
.
Fache
’
s
presence
was
anything
but
welcoming
,
and
the
Louvre
itself
had
an
almost
sepulchral
aura
at
this
hour
.
The
staircase
,
like
the
aisle
of
a
dark
movie
theater
,
was
illuminated
by
subtle
tread
-
lighting
embedded
in
each
step
.
Langdon
could
hear
his
own
footsteps
reverberating
off
the
glass
overhead
.
As
he
glanced
up
,
he
could
see
the
faint
illuminated
wisps
of
mist
from
the
fountains
fading
away
outside
the
transparent
roof
.
«
Do
you
approve
?
»
Fache
asked
,
nodding
upward
with
his
broad
chin
.
Langdon
sighed
,
too
tired
to
play
games
.
«
Yes
,
your
pyramid
is
magnificent
.
»
Fache
grunted
.
«
A
scar
on
the
face
of
Paris
.
»
Strike
one
.
Langdon
sensed
his
host
was
a
hard
man
to
please
.
He
wondered
if
Fache
had
any
idea
that
this
pyramid
,
at
President
Mitterrand
’
s
explicit
demand
,
had
been
constructed
of
exactly
666
panes
of
glass
–
a
bizarre
request
that
had
always
been
a
hot
topic
among
conspiracy
buffs
who
claimed
666
was
the
number
of
Satan
.
Langdon
decided
not
to
bring
it
up
.
As
they
dropped
farther
into
the
subterranean
foyer
,
the
yawning
space
slowly
emerged
from
the
shadows
.
Built
fifty
-
seven
feet
beneath
ground
level
,
the
Louvre
’
s
newly
constructed
70
,
000
-
square
-
foot
lobby
spread
out
like
an
endless
grotto
.
Constructed
in
warm
ocher
marble
to
be
compatible
with
the
honey
-
colored
stone
of
the
Louvre
facade
above
,
the
subterranean
hall
was
usually
vibrant
with
sunlight
and
tourists
.
Tonight
,
however
,
the
lobby
was
barren
and
dark
,
giving
the
entire
space
a
cold
and
crypt
-
like
atmosphere
.
«
And
the
museum
’
s
regular
security
staff
?
»
Langdon
asked
.
«
En
quarantaine
,
»
Fache
replied
,
sounding
as
if
Langdon
were
questioning
the
integrity
of
Fache
’
s
team
.
«
Obviously
,
someone
gained
entry
tonight
who
should
not
have
.
All
Louvre
night
wardens
are
in
the
Sully
Wing
being
questioned
.
My
own
agents
have
taken
over
museum
security
for
the
evening
.
»
