Chapter 122

           

           Insidethechopper,thewhineoftheenginesandthegalefromtheopendoorassaultedLangdon’ssenseswithadeafeningchaos.Hesteadiedhimselfagainstthemagnifieddragofgravityasthecamerlegnoacceleratedthecraftstraightup.TheglowofSt.Peter’sSquareshrankbeneaththemuntilitwasanamorphousglowingellipseradiatinginaseaofcitylights.

           TheantimattercanisterfeltlikedeadweightinLangdon’shands.Heheldtighter,hispalmsslicknowwithsweatandblood.Insidethetrap,theglobuleofantimatterhoveredcalmly,pulsingredintheglowoftheLEDcountdownclock.

           "Twominutes!"Langdonyelled,wonderingwherethecamerlegnointendedtodropthecanister.

           Thecitylightsbeneaththemspreadoutinalldirections.Inthedistancetothewest,LangdoncouldseethetwinklingdelineationoftheMediterraneancoast—ajaggedborderofluminescencebeyondwhichspreadanendlessdarkexpanseofnothingness.ThesealookedfarthernowthanLangdonhadimagined.Moreover,theconcentrationoflightsatthecoastwasastarkreminderthatevenfaroutatseaanexplosionmighthavedevastatingeffects.Langdonhadnotevenconsideredtheeffectsofaten-kilotontidalwavehittingthecoast.

           WhenLangdonturnedandlookedstraightaheadthroughthecockpitwindow,hewasmorehopeful.Directlyinfrontofthem,therollingshadowsoftheRomanfoothillsloomedinthenight.Thehillswerespottedwithlights—thevillasoftheverywealthy—butamileorsonorth,thehillsgrewdark.Therewerenolightsatall—justahugepocketofblackness.Nothing.

           Thequarries!Langdonthought.

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