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"
It
’
s
urgent
,
"
the
voice
pressured
.
Langdon
’
s
eyes
were
locked
on
the
brand
.
Illuminati
,
he
read
over
and
over
His
work
had
always
been
based
on
the
symbolic
equivalent
of
fossils
—
ancient
documents
and
historical
hearsay
—
but
this
image
before
him
was
today
.
Present
tense
.
He
felt
like
a
paleontologist
coming
face
to
face
with
a
living
dinosaur
.
"
I
’
ve
taken
the
liberty
of
sending
a
plane
for
you
,
"
the
voice
said
.
"
It
will
be
in
Boston
in
twenty
minutes
.
"
Langdon
felt
his
mouth
go
dry
.
An
hour
’
s
flight
…
"
Please
forgive
my
presumption
,
"
the
voice
said
.
"
I
need
you
here
.
"
Langdon
looked
again
at
the
fax
—
an
ancient
myth
confirmed
in
black
and
white
.
The
implications
were
frightening
.
He
gazed
absently
through
the
bay
window
.
The
first
hint
of
dawn
was
sifting
through
the
birch
trees
in
his
backyard
,
but
the
view
looked
somehow
different
this
morning
.
As
an
odd
combination
of
fear
and
exhilaration
settled
over
him
,
Langdon
knew
he
had
no
choice
.
"
You
win
,
"
he
said
.
"
Tell
me
where
to
meet
the
plane
.
"
Thousands
of
miles
away
,
two
men
were
meeting
.
The
chamber
was
dark
.
Medieval
.
Stone
.
"
Benvenuto
,
"
the
man
in
charge
said
.
He
was
seated
in
the
shadows
,
out
of
sight
.
"
Were
you
successful
?
"
