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Despite
the
dilemma
posed
by
the
camera
’
s
relocation
,
there
was
another
far
more
unsettling
matter
at
hand
.
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
.
Not
many
children
could
say
they
remembered
the
day
they
met
their
father
,
but
Vittoria
Vetra
could
.
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
…
feeling
them
hit
her
body
…
trying
to
guess
where
one
would
land
next
.
The
nuns
called
again
,
threatening
that
pneumonia
might
make
an
insufferably
headstrong
child
a
lot
less
curious
about
nature
.
I
can
’
t
hear
you
,
Vittoria
thought
.
She
was
soaked
to
the
bone
when
the
young
priest
came
out
to
get
her
.
She
didn
’
t
know
him
.
He
was
new
there
.
Vittoria
waited
for
him
to
grab
her
and
drag
her
back
inside
.
But
he
didn
’
t
.
Instead
,
to
her
wonder
,
he
lay
down
beside
her
,
soaking
his
robes
in
a
puddle
.
"
They
say
you
ask
a
lot
of
questions
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
Vittoria
scowled
.
"
Are
questions
bad
?
"
