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ple across the piazza。 Something told Glick he was still in the game 。 。 。
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Langdon saw what he was looking for a good ten yards before they reached it。 Through the scattered tourists； the white marble ellipse of Bernini's West Ponente stood out against the gray granite cubes that made up the rest of the piazza。 Vittoria apparently saw it too。 Her hand tensed。
〃Relax；〃 Langdon whispered。 〃Do your piranha thing。〃
Vittoria loosened her grip。
As they drew nearer； everything seemed forbiddingly normal。 Tourists wandered； nuns chatted along the perimeter of the piazza； a girl fed pigeons at the base of the obelisk。
Langdon refrained from checking his watch。 He knew it was almost time。
The elliptical stone arrived beneath their feet； and Langdon and Vittoria slowed to a stop…not overeagerly…just two tourists pausing dutifully at a point of mild interest。
〃West Ponente；〃 Vittoria said； reading the inscription on the stone。
Langdon gazed down at the marble relief and felt suddenly naпve。 Not in his art books； not in his numerous trips to Rome； not ever had West Ponente's significance jumped out at him。
Not until now。
The relief was elliptical； about three feet long； and carved with a rudimentary face…a depiction of the West Wind as an angel…like countenance。 Gusting from the angel's mouth； Bernini had drawn a powerful breath of air blowing outward away from the Vatican 。 。 。 the breath of God。 This was Bernini's tribute to the second element 。 。 。 Air 。 。 。 an ethereal zephyr blown from angel's lips。 As Langdon stared； he realized the significance of the relief went deeper still。 Bernini had carved the air in five distinct gusts 。 。 。 five！ What was more； flanking the medallion were two shining stars。 Langdon thought of Galileo。 Two stars； five gusts； ellipses； symmetry 。 。 。 He felt hollow。 His head hurt。
Vittoria began walking again almost immediately； leading Langdon away from the relief。 〃I think someone's following us；〃 she said。
Langdon looked up。 〃Where？〃
Vittoria moved a good thirty yards before speaking。 She pointed up at the Vatican as if showing Langdon something on the dome。 〃The same person has been behind us all the way across the square。〃 Casually； Vittoria glanced over her shoulder。 〃Still on us。 Keep moving。〃
〃You think it's the Hassassin？〃
Vittoria shook her head。 〃Not unless the Illuminati hires women with BBC cameras。〃
When the bells of St。 Peter's began their deafening clamor； both Langdon and Vittoria jumped。 It was time。 They had circled away from West Ponente in an attempt to lose the reporter but were now moving back toward the relief。
Despite the clanging bells； the area seemed perfectly calm。 Tourists wandered。 A homeless drunk dozed awkwardly at the base of the obelisk。 A little girl fed pigeons。 Langdon wondered if the reporter had scared the killer off。 Doubtful； he decided； recalling the killer's promise。 I will make your cardinals media luminaries。
As the echo of the ninth bell faded away； a peaceful silence descended across the square。
Then 。 。 。 the little girl began to scream。
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Langdon was the first to reach the screaming girl。
The terrified youngster stood frozen； pointing at the base of the obelisk where a shabby； decrepit drunk sat slumped on the stairs。 The man was a miserable sight 。 。 。 apparently one of Rome's homeless。 His gray hair hung in greasy strands in front of his face； and his entire body was wrapped in some sort of dirty cloth。 The girl kept screaming as she scampered off into the crowd。
Langdon felt an upsurge of dread as he dashed toward the invalid。 There was a dark； widening stain spreading across the man's rags。 Fresh； flowing blood。
Then； it was as if everything happened at once。
The old man seemed to crumple in the middle； tottering forward。 Langdon lunged； but he was too late。 The man pitched forward； toppled off the stairs； and hit the pavement facedown。 Motionless。
Langdon dropped to his knees。 Vittoria arrived beside him。 A crowd was gathering。
Vittoria put her fingers on the man's throat from behind。 〃There's a pulse；〃 she declared。 〃Roll him。〃
Langdon was already in motion。 Grasping the man's shoulders； he rolled the body。 As he did； the loose rags seemed to slough away like dead flesh。 The man flopped limp onto his back。 Dead center of his naked chest was a wide area of charred flesh。
Vittoria gasped and pulled back。
Langdon felt paralyzed； pinned somewhere between nausea and awe。 The symbol had a terrifying simplicity to it。
〃Air；〃 Vittoria choked。 〃It's 。 。 。 him。〃
Swiss Guards appeared from out of nowhere； shouting orders； racing after an unseen assassin。
Nearby； a tourist explained that only minutes ago； a dark…skinned man had been kind enough to help this poor； wheezing； homeless man across the square 。 。 。 even sitting a moment on the stairs with the invalid before disappearing back into the crowd。
Vittoria ripped the rest of the rags off the man's abdomen。 He had two deep puncture wounds； one on either side of the brand； just below his rib cage。 She cocked the man's head back and began to administer mouth to mouth。 Langdon was not prepared for what happened next。 As Vittoria blew； the wounds on either side of the man's midsection hissed and sprayed blood into the air like blowholes on a whale。 The salty liquid hit Langdon in the face。
Vittoria stopped short； looking horrified。 〃His lungs 。 。 。〃 she stammered。 〃They're 。 。 。 punctured。〃
Langdon wiped his eyes as he looked down at the two perforations。 The holes gurgled。 The cardinal's lungs were destroyed。 He was gone。
Vittoria covered the body as the Swiss Guards moved in。
Langdon stood； disoriented。 As he did； he saw her。 The woman who had been following them earlier was crouched nearby。 Her BBC video camera was shouldered； aimed； and running。 She and Langdon locked eyes； and he knew she'd gotten it all。 Then； like a cat； she bolted。
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Chinita Macri was on the run。 She had the story of her life。
Her video camera felt like an anchor as she lumbered across St。 Peter's Square； pushing through the gathering crowd。 Everyone seemed to be moving in the opposite direction than her 。 。 。 toward the motion。 Macri was trying to get as far away as possible。 The man in the tweed jacket had seen her； and now she sensed others were after her； men she could not see； closing in from all sides。
Macri was still aghast from the images she had just recorded。 She wondered if the dead man was really who she feared he was。 Glick's mysterious phone contact suddenly seemed a little less crazy。
As she hurried in the direction of the BBC van； a young man with a decidedly militaristic air emerged from the crowd before her。 Their eyes met； and they both stopped。 Like lightning； he raised a walkie…talkie and spoke into it。 Then he moved toward her。 Macri wheeled and doubled back into the crowd； her heart pounding。
As she stumbled through the mass of arms and legs； she removed the spent video cassette from her camera。 Cellulose gold； she thought； tucking the tape under her belt flush to her backside and letting her coat tails cover it。 For once she was glad she carried some extra weight。 Glick； where the hell are you！
Another soldier appeared to her left； closing in。 Macri knew she had little time。 She banked into the crowd again。 Yanking a blank cartridge from her case； she slapped it into the camera。 Then she prayed。
She was thirty yards from the BBC van when the two men materialized directly in front of her； arms folded。 She was going nowhere。
〃Film；〃 one snapped。 〃Now。〃
Macri recoiled； wrapping her arms protectively around her camera。 〃No chance。〃
One of the men pulled aside his jacket； revealing a sidearm。
〃So shoot me；〃 Macri said； amazed by the boldness of her voice。
〃Film；〃 the first one repeated。
Where the devil is Glick？ Macri stamped her foot and yelled as loudly as possible； 〃I am a professional videographer with the BBC！ By Article 12 of the Free Press Act； this film is property of the British Broadcast Corporation！〃
The men did not flinch。 The one with the gun took a step toward her。 〃I am a lieutenant with the Swiss Guard； and by the Holy Doctrine governing the property on which you are now standing； you are subject to search and seizure。〃
A crowd had started to gather now around them。
Macri yelled； 〃I will not under any circumstances give you the film in this camera without speaking to my editor in London。 I suggest you…〃
The guards ended it。 One yanked the camera out of her hands。 The other forcibly grabbed her by the arm and twisted her in the direction of the Vatican。 〃Grazie；〃 he said； leading her through a jostling crowd。
Macri prayed they would not search her and find the tape。 If she could somehow protect the film long enough to…
Suddenly； the unthinkable happened。 Someone in the crowd was groping under her coat。 Macri felt the video yanked away from her。 She wheeled； but swallowed her words。 Behind her； a breathless Gunther Glick gave her a wink and dissolved back into the crowd。
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Robert Langdon staggered into the private bathroom adjoining the Office of the Pope。 He dabbed the blood