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Five
kilotons
.
Let
there
be
light
.
Two
paramedics
materialized
,
racing
across
the
atrium
in
white
smocks
.
They
knelt
by
Kohler
,
putting
an
oxygen
mask
on
his
face
.
Scientists
in
the
hall
stopped
and
stood
back
.
Kohler
took
two
long
pulls
,
pushed
the
mask
aside
,
and
still
gasping
for
air
,
looked
up
at
Vittoria
and
Langdon
.
"
Rome
.
"
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"
Rome
?
"
Vittoria
demanded
.
"
The
antimatter
is
in
Rome
?
Who
called
?
"
Kohler
’
s
face
was
twisted
,
his
gray
eyes
watering
.
"
The
Swiss
…
"
He
choked
on
the
words
,
and
the
paramedics
put
the
mask
back
over
his
face
.
As
they
prepared
to
take
him
away
,
Kohler
reached
up
and
grabbed
Langdon
’
s
arm
.
Langdon
nodded
.
He
knew
.
"
Go
…
"
Kohler
wheezed
beneath
his
mask
.
"
Go
…
call
me
…
"
Then
the
paramedics
were
rolling
him
away
.
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Vittoria
stood
riveted
to
the
floor
,
watching
him
go
.
Then
she
turned
to
Langdon
"
Rome
?
But
…
what
was
that
about
the
Swiss
?
"
Langdon
put
a
hand
on
her
shoulder
,
barely
whispering
the
words
.
"
The
Swiss
Guard
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
sworn
sentinels
of
Vatican
City
.
"