Angels Demons Chapter 109-112

109Meanwhile, in St. Peters unanimous, the breakwater of Swiss Guards yelled orders and fan offward, exhausting to push the crowds rear to a safer distance. It was no use. The crowd was as well as dense and disc everywheremed far more interested in the Vaticans impending sentence than in their own safety. The towering media screens in the fledge were at a time communicate a live count cumulation of the antimatter canister a direct feed from the Swiss Guard security monitor compliments of the camerlegno. Unfortunately, the image of the canister numbering squander was doing nonhing to repel the crowds. The mountain in the squ are on the face of it looked at the tiny droplet of liquid suspended in the canister and unconquer subject it was non as menacing as they had thought. They could also take the countdown quantify now a bantam under forty-five minutes until detonation. pickle of time to stay and settle. noetheless, the Swiss Guards unanimously agreed that t he camerlegnos bold ending to address the world with the truth and accordingly provide the media with dallyual visuals of Illuminati duplicity had been a savvy maneuver. The Illuminati had no doubt expected the Vatican to be their frequent reticent selves in the face of adversity. Not tonight. Camerlegno Carlo Ventresca had proven himself a coercive foe.Inside the Sistine Chapel, Cardinal Mortati was getting restless. It was past 1115 P.M. legion(p releaseicate) of the cardinals were continuing to pray, only if others had clustered around the exit, clearly unsettled by the hour. Some of the cardinals began hammering on the door with their fists.Outside the door surrogate Chartrand described the pounding and didnt get laid what to do. He checked his watch. It was time. Captain Rocher had given up strict orders that the cardinals were not to be let step up until he gave the news. The pounding on the door became more intense, and Chartrand felt spooky. He wondered if th e captain had only forgotten. The captain had been acting very erratic since his mysterious ph adept call.Chartrand pulled out his walkie-talkie. Captain? Chartrand here. It is past time. Should I open the Sistine?That door stays shut. I believe I already gave you that order.Yes, sir, I retributory Our guest is arriving shortly. fetch a few men upstairs, and guard the door of the Popes office. The camerlegno is not to go anywhere.Im sorry, sir?What is it that you dont understand, Lieutenant?Nothing, sir. I am on my substance.Upstairs in the share of the Pope, the camerlegno stared in quiet meditation at the fire. Give me strength, theology. Bring us a miracle. He poked at the coals, wondering if he would survive the night. cxEleven-twenty-three P.M.Vittoria s to a faultd trembling on the balcony of Castle St. Angelo, staring out crossways Rome, her look moist with tears. She wanted badly to embrace Robert Langdon, but she could not. Her body felt anesthetized. Readjusting. Taking stock. The man who had killed her father lay far below, dead, and she had almost been a victim as well.When Langdons make it touched her shoulder, the infusion of warmth seemed to as if by magic shatter the ice. Her body shuddered back to look. The fog lifted, and she turned. Robert looked worry hell nonsensical and matted he had obviously been through purgatory to father rescue her.thank you she whispered.Langdon gave an exhausted smile and reminded her that it was she who deserved thanks her ability to practically slue her shoulders had just saved them both. Vittoria wiped her eyes. She could be in possession of s excessivelyd there forever with him, but the dangling was short-lived.We need to get out of here, Langdon utter.Vittorias mind was elsewhere. She was staring out toward the Vatican. The worlds smallest verdant looked unsettlingly close, glowing white under a barrage of media lights. To her shock, much of St. Peters Square was still packed with peopl e The Swiss Guard had apparently been able to clear only more or less a hundred and fifty feet back the area directly in front of the basilica less than trine of the square. The shell of congestion encompassing the square was compacted now, those at the safer distances pressing for a closer look, trapping the others inside. They are too close Vittoria thought. Much too closeIm going back in, Langdon state flatly.Vittoria turned, incredulous. Into the Vatican?Langdon told her about the Samaritan, and how it was a ploy. The Illuminati leader, a man named Janus, was actually coming himself to rat the camerlegno. A final Illuminati act of domination.Nobody in Vatican City knows, Langdon said. I hit no way to contact them, and this guy is arriving any minute. I restrain to warn the guards ahead they let him in. just now youll neer get through the crowdLangdons comp wholenessnt was confident. at that places a way. Trust me.Vittoria sensed once again that the historian knew or sothing she did not. Im coming.No. Why risk both I have to find a way to get those people out of there Theyre in astounding dange Just then, the balcony they were standing on began to shake. A deafening rumble shake the whole castle. Then a white light from the heed of St. Peters blind them. Vittoria had only integrity thought. Oh my God The antimatter annihilated earlyBut rather of an explosion, a huge cheer went up from the crowd. Vittoria squinted into the light. It was a barrage of media lights from the square, now trained, it seemed, on them bothone was turned their way, hollering and pointing. The rumble grew louder. The air in the square seemed suddenly joyous.Langdon looked baffled. What the devil The sky overhead roared.Emerging from behind the tower, without warning, came the apostolical helicopter. It thundered fifty feet above them, on a beeline for Vatican City. As it passed overhead, radiant in the media lights, the castle trembled. The lights followed the hel icopter as it passed by, and Langdon and Vittoria were suddenly again in the dark.Vittoria had the uneasy feeling they were too late as they watched the mammoth machine remit to a stop over St. Peters Square. Kicking up a bribe of dust, the chopper dropped onto the open portion of the square between the crowd and the basilica, paltry down at the bottom of the basilicas staircase.Talk about an entrance, Vittoria said. Against the white marble, she could see a tiny speck of a per countersign emerge from the Vatican and run short toward the chopper. She would never have recognized the figure except for the bright red beret on his head. Red carpet greeting. Thats Rocher.Langdon pounded his fist on the banister. Somebodys got to warn them He turned to go.Vittoria caught his arm. Wait She had just seen something else, something her eyes refuse to believe. Fingers trembling, she pointed toward the chopper. Even from this distance, there was no mistaking. Descending the gangplank was s ome other figure a figure who travel so uniquely that it could only be one man. Although the figure was seated, he accelerated across the open square with effortless control and startle speed.A king on an electric throne.It was muckimilian Kohler.111Kohler was sickened by the opulence of the mansion of the Belvedere. The gold leaf in the ceiling alone probably could have funded a years worth of cancer research. Rocher led Kohler up a disabled ramp on a circuitous route into the Apostolic Palace.No elevator? Kohler demanded.No power. Rocher motioned to the candles burning around them in the darkened building. ingredient of our search tactic.Tactics which no doubt failed.Rocher nodded.Kohler skint into another cough fit and knew it might be one of his farthermost. It was not an entirely unwelcome thought.When they reached the top floor and started down the hallway toward the Popes office, four Swiss Guards ran toward them, face troubled. Captain, what are you doing up here? I thought this man had development that He depart only speak to the camerlegno.The guards recoiled, looking suspicious.Tell the camerlegno, Rocher said forcefully, that the director of CERN, Maximilian Kohler, is here to see him. Immediately.Yes, sir cardinal of the guards ran off in the direction of the camerlegnos office. The others stood their ground. They studied Rocher, looking uneasy. Just one moment, captain. We allow for announce your guest.Kohler, however, did not stop. He turned sharply and maneuvered his chair around the sentinels.The guards spun and skint into a jog beside him. Fermati Sir StopKohler felt repugnance for them. Not even the most elite security force in the world was immune to the compassion everyone felt for cripples. Had Kohler been a healthy man, the guards would have tackled him. Cripples are powerless, Kohler thought. Or so the world believes.Kohler knew he had very little time to accomplish what he had come for. He also knew he might die here tonig ht. He was surprised how little he cared. Death was a charge he was ready to pay. He had endured too much in his life to have his work crushed by someone analogous Camerlegno Ventresca.Signore the guards shouted, running ahead and forming a line across the hallway. You must stop One of them pulled a sidearm and aimed it at Kohler.Kohler halt.Rocher stepped in, looking contrite. Mr. Kohler, ravish. It will only be a moment. No one enters the Office of the Pope unannounced.Kohler could see in Rochers eyes that he had no choice but to wait. Fine, Kohler thought. We wait.The guards, cruelly it seemed, had stopped Kohler next to a full-length gilded mirror. The sight of his own deformed form repulsed Kohler. The antiquated rage brimmed yet again to the surface. It empowered him. He was among the enemy now. These were the people who had robbed him of his dignity. These were the people. Because of them he had never felt the touch of a woman had never stood tall to accept an award. What truth do these people possess? What proof, damn it A book of ancient fables? Promises of miracles to come? experience creates miracles every dayKohler stared a moment into his own stony eyes. this evening I may die at the hands of religion, he thought. But it will not be the first time.For a moment, he was 11 years old again, lying in his bed in his parents capital of Kentucky mansion. The sheets beneath him were Europes finest linen, but they were soaked with sweat. Young Max felt care he was on fire, the pain wracking his body unimaginable. Kneeling beside his bed, where they had been for two days, were his cause and father. They were praying.In the shadows stood three of Frankfurts best doctors.I urge you to reconsider one of the doctors said. Look at the boy His fever is increasing. He is in repelling pain. And dangerBut Max knew his mothers reply in the lead she even said it. Gott wird ihn beschuetzen.Yes, Max thought. God will protect me. The conviction in his moth ers articulate gave him strength. God will protect me.An hour later, Max felt manage his whole body was being crushed beneath a car. He could not even breathe to cry.Your give-and- precede is in great suffering, another doctor said. Let me at least ease his pain. I have in my bag a simple injection of Ruhe, bitte Maxs father stamp down the doctor without ever opening his eyes. He simply kept praying.Father, please Max wanted to scream. Let them stop the pain But his row were lost in a spasm of coughing.An hour later, the pain had worsened.Your son could become paralyzed, one of the doctors scolded. Or even die We have medicines that will table serviceFrau and Herr Kohler would not allow it. They did not believe in medicine. Who were they to intercede with Gods master plan? They prayed harder. After all, God had blessed them with this boy, why would God take the child away? His mother whispered to Max to be strong. She explained that God was mental testing him like the Bible story of Abraham a test of his opinion.Max tried to have faith, but the pain was excruciating.I cannot watch this one of the doctors finally said, running from the room.By dawn, Max was barely conscious. Every muscle in his body spasmed in agony. Where is Jesus? he wondered. Doesnt he love me? Max felt the life slipping from his body.His mother had go asleep at the bedside, her hands still clasped over him. Maxs father stood across the room at the window staring out at the dawn. He seemed to be in a trance. Max could hear the low tittle-tattle of his ceaseless prayers for mercy.It was then that Max sensed the figure hovering over him. An nonsuch? Max could barely see. His eyes were swollen shut. The figure whispered in his ear, but it was not the voice of an angel. Max recognized it as one of the doctors the one who had sat in the corner for two days, never leaving, beg Maxs parents to let him administer some new drug from England.I will never forgive myself, the doctor whispe red, if I do not do this. Then the doctor gently took Maxs frail arm. I wish I had done it sooner.Max felt a tiny prick in his arm barely discernible through the pain.Then the doctor softly packed his things. Before he left, he put a hand on Maxs forehead. This will save your life. I have great faith in the power of medicine.Within minutes, Max felt as if some sort of magic spirit were flowing through his veins. The warmth spreadhead through his body numbing his pain. Finally, for the first time in days, Max slept.When the fever broke, his mother and father proclaimed a miracle of God. But when it became unmistakable that their son was crippled, they became despondent. They wheeled their son into the church building and begged the priest for counseling.It was only by the grace of God, the priest told them, that this boy survived.Max listened, saying nothing.But our son cannot walk Frau Kohler was weeping.The priest nodded sadly. Yes. It seems God has punished him for not having teeming faith.Mr. Kohler? It was the Swiss Guard who had run ahead. The camerlegno says he will grant you audience.Kohler grunted, accelerating again down the hall.He is surprised by your visit, the guard said.Im sure. Kohler rolled on. I would like to see him alone.Impossible, the guard said. No one Lieutenant, Rocher barked. The meeting will be as Mr. Kohler wishes.The guard stared in obvious disbelief.Outside the door to the Popes office, Rocher allowed his guards to take standard precautions before letting Kohler in. Their handheld metal detector was rendered unserviceable by the myriad of electronic devices on Kohlers wheelchair. The guards frisked him but were obviously too ashamed of his disability to do it properly. They never found the revolver affix beneath his chair. Nor did they relieve him of the other object the one that Kohler knew would bring unforgettable closure to this evenings chain of events.When Kohler entered the Popes office, Camerlegno Ventresca was alone , kneeling in prayer beside a anxious(p) fire. He did not open his eyes.Mr. Kohler, the camerlegno said. Have you come to make me a martyr?112All the while, the narrow delve called Il Passetto stretched out before Langdon and Vittoria as they dashed toward Vatican City. The burn down in Langdons hand threw only enough light to see a few yards ahead. The walls were close on all side, and the ceiling low. The air smelled dank. Langdon raced on into the darkness with Vittoria close at his heels.The tunnel inclined steeply as it left the Castle St. Angelo, proceeding upward(a) into the underside of a stone bastion that looked like a Roman aqueduct. There, the tunnel leveled out and began its secret course toward Vatican City.As Langdon ran, his thoughts turned over and over in a kaleido backcloth of confounding images Kohler, Janus, the Hassassin, Rocher a sixth brand? Im sure youve heard about the sixth brand, the killer had said. The most pictorial of all. Langdon was quite cer tain he had not. Even in conspiracy surmise lore, Langdon could think of no references to any sixth brand. Real or imagined. There were rumors of a gold bullion and a flawless Illuminati Diamond but never any mention of a sixth brand.Kohler cant be Janus Vittoria tell as they ran down the interior of the dike. Its impossibleImpossible was one word Langdon had stopped using tonight. I dont know, Langdon yelled as they ran. Kohler has a in effect(p) grudge, and he also has some serious influence.This crisis has made CERN look like monsters Max would never do anything to damage CERNs reputationOn one count, Langdon knew CERN had taken a public beating tonight, all because of the Illuminatis insistence on making this a public spectacle. And yet, he wondered how much CERN had really been damaged. literary criticism from the church was nothing new for CERN. In fact, the more Langdon thought about it, the more he wondered if this crisis might actually benefit CERN. If publicity were the game, then antimatter was the jackpot winner tonight. The entire planet was talking about it.You know what promoter P. T. Barnum said, Langdon called over his shoulder. I dont care what you say about me, just spell my name right I bet people are already secretly lining up to license antimatter technology. And after they see its true power at midnight tonightIllogical, Vittoria said. Publicizing scientific breakthroughs is not about showing destructive power This is terrible for antimatter, trust meLangdons fire was fading now. Then maybe its all much simpler than that. perchance Kohler gambled that the Vatican would intimidate the antimatter a secret refusing to empower the Illuminati by confirming the weapons existence. Kohler expected the Vatican to be their usual tight-lipped selves about the threat, but the camerlegno changed the rules.Vittoria was silent as they dashed down the tunnel.Suddenly the scenario was making more sense to Langdon. Yes Kohler never counted on the c amerlegnos reaction. The camerlegno broke the Vatican tradition of secrecy and went public about the crisis. He was dead honest. He put the antimatter on TV, for Gods sake. It was a brilliant response, and Kohler never expected it. And the jeering of the whole thing is that the Illuminati attack backfired. It inadvertently produced a new church leader in the camerlegno. And now Kohler is coming to kill himMax is a bastard, Vittoria declared, but he is not a murderer. And he would never have been involved in my fathers assassination.In Langdons mind, it was Kohlers voice that answered. Leonardo was considered dangerous by many purists at CERN. Fusing science and God is the net scientific blasphemy. Maybe Kohler found out about the antimatter project weeks ago and didnt like the phantasmal implications.So he killed my father over it? Ridiculous Besides, Max Kohler would never have known the project existed.While you were gone, maybe your father broke down and consulted Kohler, aski ng for guidance. You yourself said your father was concerned about the deterrent example implications of creating such a deadly substance.Asking moral guidance from Maximilian Kohler? Vittoria snorted. I dont think soThe tunnel banked slightly westward. The faster they ran, the dimmer Langdons torch became. He began to fear what the place would look like if the light went out. Black.Besides, Vittoria argued, why would Kohler have bothered to call you in this morning and ask for help if he is behind the whole thing?Langdon had already considered it. By business me, Kohler covered his bases. He made sure no one would lodge him of nonaction in the face of crisis. He probably never expected us to get this far.The thought of being used by Kohler incensed Langdon. Langdons pastime had given the Illuminati a level of credibility. His credentials and publications had been quoted all night by the media, and as ridiculous as it was, the presence of a Harvard professor in Vatican City had somehow raised the whole emergency beyond the scope of paranoid delusion and convinced skeptics around the world that the Illuminati brotherhood was not only a historical fact, but a force to be reckoned with.That BBC reporter, Langdon said, thinks CERN is the new Illuminati lair.What Vittoria stumbled behind him. She pulled herself up and ran on. He said that?On air. He likened CERN to the Masonic lodges an innocent organization unknowingly harboring the Illuminati brotherhood within.My God, this is going to destroy CERN.Langdon was not so sure. Either way, the theory suddenly seemed less far-fetched. CERN was the ultimate scientific haven. It was home to scientists from over a dozen countries. They seemed to have imperishable private funding. And Maximilian Kohler was their director.Kohler is Janus.If Kohlers not involved, Langdon challenged, then what is he doing here?Probably trying to stop this madness. Show support. Maybe he really is acting as the Samaritan He could have fo und out who knew about the antimatter project and has come to share information.The killer said he was coming to brand the camerlegno. pick up to yourself It would be a suicide mission. Max would never get out alive.Langdon considered it. Maybe that was the point.The outline of a steel gate loomed ahead, block off their senesce down the tunnel. Langdons heart almost stopped. When they approached, however, they found the ancient lock temporary removal open. The gate swung freely.Langdon breathed a sigh of relief, realizing as he had suspected, that the ancient tunnel was in use. Recently. As in today. He now had little doubt that four terrified cardinals had been secreted through here earlier.They ran on. Langdon could now hear the skilfuls of chaos to his left. It was St. Peters Square. They were getting close.They hit another gate, this one heavier. It too was unlocked. The sound of St. Peters Square faded behind them now, and Langdon sensed they had passed through the outer wa ll of Vatican City. He wondered where inside the Vatican this ancient passage would conclude. In the gardens? In the basilica? In the papal residence?Then, without warning, the tunnel ended.The cumbrous door blocking their way was a thick wall of riveted iron. Even by the last flickers of his torch, Langdon could see that the portal was perfectly smooth no handles, no knobs, no keyholes, no hinges. No entry.He felt a surge of panic. In architect-speak, this rare kind of door was called a senza chiave a one-way portal, used for security, and only operable from one side the other side. Langdons hope dull to black along with the torch in his hand.He looked at his watch. rice paddy glowed.1129 P.M.With a scream of frustration, Langdon swung the torch and started pounding on the door.