Langdon frowned. I thought you said something was stolen. Hesitantly, Langdon knelt down. Kohler held it there a moment. A single hazel eye stared lifelessly back at him. The other socket was tattered and empty. The sun helped dissolve the image of the empty eye socket emblazoned into his mind.
The electric wheelchair seemed to accelerate effortlessly. Vetra will be arriving any moment. Besides, there was the eye. The missing eye is proof. Cult specialists see desultory defacement from inexperienced fringe sects—zealots who commit random acts of terrorism—but the Illuminati have always been more deliberate. It serves no higher purpose. He turned. Langdon, believe me, that missing eye does indeed serve a higher purpose.
A chopper appeared, arching across the open valley toward them. It banked sharply, then slowed to a hover over a helipad painted on the grass. Somehow, he doubted it. As the skids touched down, a pilot jumped out and started unloading gear. There was a lot of it—duffels, vinyl wet bags, scuba tanks, and crates of what appeared to be high-tech diving equipment. Langdon was confused.
She studies the interconnectivity of life systems. Einstein and tuna fish? He was starting to wonder if the X space plane had mistakenly Untitled - The Pigeons - 5. (Cassette) him off on the wrong planet. A moment later, Vittoria Vetra emerged from the fuselage. Robert Langdon realized today was Untitled - The Pigeons - 5. (Cassette) to be a day of endless surprises.
Descending from the chopper in her khaki shorts and white sleeveless top, Vittoria Vetra looked nothing like the bookish physicist he had expected. Lithe and graceful, she was tall with chestnut skin and long black hair that swirled in the backwind of the rotors.
Her face was unmistakably Italian—not overly beautiful, but possessing full, earthy features that even at twenty yards seemed to exude a raw sensuality. As the air currents buffeted her body, her clothes clung, accentuating her slender torso and small breasts. Langdon mused. The ancient Buddhist art of meditative stretching seemed an odd proficiency for the physicist daughter of a Catholic priest.
Langdon watched Vittoria approach. She had obviously been crying, her deep sable eyes filled with emotions Langdon could not place. Still, Untitled - The Pigeons - 5.
(Cassette) moved toward them with fire and command. Her limbs were strong and toned, radiating the healthy luminescence of Mediterranean flesh that had enjoyed long hours in the sun.
When she spoke, her voice was smooth—a throaty, accented English. You would be better to remember him as he was. A group of scientists passing near the helipad waved happily. Then she turned to Kohler, her face now clouded with confusion. Including a thorough examination of his lab. Your father has told me only two things about your current project. And two, that it is not ready for public disclosure because it is still hazardous technology. Considering these two facts, I would prefer strangers not poke around inside his lab and either steal his work or kill themselves in the process and hold CERN liable.
Do I Untitled - The Pigeons - 5. (Cassette) myself clear? I need you to take us to your lab. What evidence? Kohler was dabbing his mouth again. He could hear her breathing slowly and deliberately, as if somehow trying to filter her grief. Langdon wanted to say something to her, offer his sympathy. He too had once felt the abrupt hollowness of unexpectedly losing a parent.
He remembered the funeral mostly, rainy and Untitled - The Pigeons - 5. (Cassette). Two days after his twelfth birthday. The house was filled with gray-suited men from the office, men who squeezed his hand too hard when they shook it. They were all mumbling words like cardiac and stress. It was the most beautiful thing Langdon had ever seen. A few days later, Langdon got a stool, retrieved the rose, and took it back to the store. His father never noticed it was gone. The ping of an elevator pulled Langdon back to the present.
Vittoria and Kohler were in front of him, boarding the lift. Langdon hesitated outside the open doors. He only used elevators when absolutely necessary. He preferred the more open spaces of stairwells. Wonderful, Langdon thought as he stepped across the cleft, feeling an icy wind churn up from the depths of the shaft. The doors closed, and the car began to descend.
Langdon pictured the darkness of the empty shaft below them. He tried to block it out by staring at the numbered display of changing floors. Oddly, the elevator showed only two stops. Langdon was vaguely familiar with the term. He had first heard it over dinner with some colleagues at Dunster House in Cambridge.
A physicist friend of theirs, Bob Brownell, had arrived for dinner one night in a rage. One of the most important scientific projects of the century! Two billion dollars into it and the Senate sacks the project! Damn Bible-Belt lobbyists! Fully accelerated particles circled the tube at overmiles per second.
Colliding particles is the key to understanding the building blocks of the universe. So CERN has a particle accelerator? Langdon thought, as the elevator dropped.
A circular tube for smashing particles. He wondered why they had buried it underground. When the elevator thumped to a stop, Langdon was relieved to feel terra firma beneath his feet. But when the doors slid open, his relief evaporated. Robert Langdon found himself standing once again in a totally alien world. The passageway stretched out indefinitely in both directions, left and right. It was a smooth cement tunnel, wide enough to allow passage of an eighteen wheeler.
Brightly lit where they stood, the corridor turned pitch black farther down. A damp wind rustled out of the darkness—an unsettling reminder that they were now deep in the earth. Langdon could almost sense the weight of the dirt and stone now hanging above his head. For an instant he was nine years old. Clenching his fists, he fought it off. Overhead the flourescents flickered on to light her path. The effect was unsettling, Langdon thought, as if the tunnel were alive.
Langdon and Kohler followed, trailing a distance behind. The lights extinguished automatically behind them. Langdon eyed the tube, confused. It was perfectly straight, about three feet in diameter, and extended horizontally the visible length of the tunnel before disappearing into the darkness.
Looks more like a high-tech sewer, Langdon thought. The circumference of this tunnel is so large that the curve is imperceptible—like that of the earth. This is a circle? He remembered the CERN driver saying something about a huge machine buried in the earth.
It extends all the way into France before curving back here to this spot. Fully accelerated particles will circle the tube more than ten thousand times in a single second before they collide.
The waiting technician broke a light sweat. Finally his radio clicked. Somebody must have removed it. Hold on a second, will you?
Huge portions of the complex were open to the public, and wireless cameras had gone missing before, usually stolen by visiting pranksters looking for souvenirs. But as soon as a camera left the facility and was out of range, the signal was lost, and the screen went blank.
Perplexed, the technician gazed up at the monitor. A crystal clear image was still coming from camera If the camera was stolen, he wondered, why are we still getting a signal? He knew, of course, there was only one explanation. The camera was still inside the complex, and someone had simply moved it. But who? And why? He studied the monitor a long moment.
Finally he picked up his walkie-talkie. Any cupboards or dark alcoves? Thanks for your help. Considering the small size of the video camera and the fact that it was wireless, the technician knew that camera 86 could be transmitting from just about anywhere within the heavily guarded compound—a densely packed collection of thirty-two separate buildings covering a half-mile radius.
The only clue was that the camera seemed to have been placed somewhere dark. The complex contained endless dark locations—maintenance closets, heating ducts, gardening sheds, bedroom wardrobes, even a labyrinth of underground tunnels. Camera 86 could take weeks to locate.
The technician gazed up at the image the lost camera was transmitting. It was a stationary object. A modern-looking device like nothing the technician had ever seen. He studied the blinking electronic display at its base. Although the guard had undergone rigorous training preparing him for tense situations, he still sensed his pulse rising.
He told himself not to panic. There had to be an explanation. The object appeared too small to be of significant danger. Then again, its presence inside the complex was troubling. Very troubling, indeed. Today of all days, he thought. Security was always a top priority for his employer, but today, more than any other day in the past twelve years, security was of the utmost importance.
The technician stared at the object for a long time and sensed the rumblings of a distant gathering storm. Then, sweating, he dialed his superior. She was eight years old, living where she always had, Orfanotrofio di Siena, a Catholic orphanage near Florence, deserted by parents she never knew. It was raining that day. The nuns had called for her twice to come to dinner, but as always she pretended not to hear.
She lay outside in the courtyard, staring up at the raindrops. The nuns called again, threatening that pneumonia might make an insufferably headstrong child a lot less curious about nature. She was soaked to the bone when the young priest came out to get her.
He was new there. Vittoria waited for him to grab her and drag her back inside. Instead, to her wonder, he lay down beside her, soaking his robes in a puddle.
Vittoria scowled. I already know! Everything falls! Not just rain! Everything does fall. It must be gravity. Gravity answers a lot of questions. Leonardo and Vittoria became unlikely best friends in the lonely world of nuns and regulations. Vittoria made Leonardo laugh, and he took her under his wing, teaching her that beautiful things like rainbows and the rivers had many explanations.
He told her about light, planets, stars, and all of nature through the eyes of both God and science. Leonardo protected her like a daughter. Vittoria was happy too. She had never known the joy of having a father. When every other adult answered her questions with a slap on the wrist, Leonardo spent hours showing her books.
He even asked what her ideas were. Vittoria prayed Leonardo would stay with her forever. Then one day, her worst nightmare came true. Father Leonardo told her he was leaving the orphanage. Which is why I want to study his divine rules. The laws of physics are the canvas God laid down on which to paint his masterpiece.
But Father Leonardo had some other news. He told Vittoria he had spoken to his superiors, and they said it was okay if Father Leonardo adopted her. Father Leonardo told her.
Vittoria hugged him for five minutes, crying tears of joy. Five days before her ninth birthday, Vittoria moved to Geneva. She attended Geneva International School during the day and learned from her father at night.
Vittoria and Leonardo relocated to a wonderland the likes of which the young Vittoria had never imagined. Normally she existed in a state of deep calm, in harmony with the world around her. But now, very suddenly, nothing made sense. The last three hours had been a blur. It had been 10 A. Your father has been murdered. Come home immediately. Now she had returned home. But home to what? CERN, her world since she was twelve, seemed suddenly foreign. Her father, the man who had made it magical, was gone.
The questions circled faster and faster. Who killed her father? Why was Kohler insisting on seeing the lab? Nobody knew what we were working on! And even if someone found out, why would they kill him? She had pictured this moment much differently. Vittoria felt a lump in her throat. My father and I were supposed to share this moment together.
But here she was alone. No colleagues. No happy faces. Just an American stranger and Maximilian Kohler. Maximilian Kohler. Even as a child, Vittoria had disliked the man. Kohler pursued science for its immaculate logic. And yet oddly there had always seemed to be an unspoken respect between the two men. Genius, someone had once explained to her, accepts genius unconditionally. He loved it because I had written Jamerson licks for Jamerson. To add more to the song's laid-back approach, Gaye invited the Detroit Lions players Mel Farr and Lem Barney to the studio and, along with Gaye and the Funk Brothers, added in vocal chatter, engaging in a mock conversation.
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