Chapter 86

           

           Nolight.Nosound.

           TheSecretArchiveswereblack.

           Fear,Langdonnowrealized,wasanintensemotivator.Shortofbreath,hefumbledthroughtheblacknesstowardtherevolvingdoor.Hefoundthebuttononthewallandrammedhispalmagainstit.Nothinghappened.Hetriedagain.Thedoorwasdead.

           Spinningblind,hecalledout,buthisvoiceemergedstrangled.Theperilofhispredicamentsuddenlyclosedinaroundhim.Hislungsstrainedforoxygenastheadrenalinedoubledhisheartrate.Hefeltlikesomeonehadjustpunchedhiminthegut.

           Whenhethrewhisweightintothedoor,foraninstanthethoughthefeltthedoorstarttoturn.Hepushedagain,seeingstars.Nowherealizeditwastheentireroomturning,notthedoor.Staggeringaway,Langdontrippedoverthebaseofarollingladderandfellhard.Hetorehiskneeagainsttheedgeofabookstack.Swearing,hegotupandgropedfortheladder.

           Hefoundit.Hehadhopeditwouldbeheavywoodoriron,butitwasaluminum.Hegrabbedtheladderandhelditlikeabatteringram.Thenheranthroughthedarkattheglasswall.Itwascloserthanhethought.Theladderhithead-on,bouncingoff.Fromthefeeblesoundofthecollision,Langdonknewhewasgoingtoneedahellofalotmorethananaluminumladdertobreakthisglass.

           Whenheflashedonthesemiautomatic,hishopessurgedandtheninstantlyfell.Theweaponwasgone.OlivettihadrelievedhimofitinthePope’soffice,sayinghedidnotwantloadedweaponsaroundwiththecamerlegnopresent.Itmadesenseatthetime.

           Langdoncalledoutagain,makinglesssoundthanthelasttime.

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