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very big gun。
The Hassassin circled slowly； as if enjoying himself； always just out of reach； moving toward the knife on the floor。 Langdon cut him off。 Then the killer moved back toward Vittoria。 Again Langdon cut him off。
〃There's still time；〃 Langdon ventured。 〃Tell me where the canister is。 The Vatican will pay more than the Illuminati ever could。〃
〃You are naпve。〃
Langdon jabbed with the bar。 The Hassassin dodged。 He navigated around a bench； holding the weapon in front of him； trying to corner the Hassassin in the oval room。 This damn room has no corners！ Oddly； the Hassassin did not seem interested in attacking or fleeing。 He was simply playing Langdon's game。 Coolly waiting。
Waiting for what？ The killer kept circling； a master at positioning himself。 It was like an endless game of chess。 The weapon in Langdon's hand was getting heavy； and he suddenly sensed he knew what the Hassassin was waiting for。 He's tiring me out。 It was working； too。 Langdon was hit by a surge of weariness； the adrenaline alone no longer enough to keep him alert。 He knew he had to make a move。
The Hassassin seemed to read Langdon's mind； shifting again； as if intentionally leading Langdon toward a table in the middle of the room。 Langdon could tell there was something on the table。 Something glinted in the torchlight。 A weapon？ Langdon kept his eyes focused on the Hassassin and maneuvered himself closer to the table。 When the Hassassin cast a long； guileless glance at the table； Langdon tried to fight the obvious bait。 But instinct overruled。 He stole a glance。 The damage was done。
It was not a weapon at all。 The sight momentarily riveted him。
On the table lay a rudimentary copper chest； crusted with ancient patina。 The chest was a pentagon。 The lid lay open。 Arranged inside in five padded partments were five brands。 The brands were forged of iron…large embossing tools with stout handles of wood。 Langdon had no doubt what they said。
ILLUMINATI； EARTH； AIR； FIRE； WATER。
Langdon snapped his head back up； fearing the Hassassin would lunge。 He did not。 The killer was waiting； almost as if he were refreshed by the game。 Langdon fought to recover his focus； locking eyes again with his quarry； thrusting with the pipe。 But the image of the box hung in his mind。 Although the brands themselves were mesmerizing…artifacts few Illuminati scholars even believed existed…Langdon suddenly realized there had been something else about the box that had ignited a wave of foreboding within。 As the Hassassin maneuvered again； Langdon stole another glance downward。
My God！
In the chest； the five brands sat in partments around the outer edge。 But in the center； there was another partment。 This partition was empty； but it clearly was intended to hold another brand 。 。 。 a brand much larger than the others； and perfectly square。
The attack was a blur。
The Hassassin swooped toward him like a bird of prey。 Langdon； his concentration having been masterfully diverted； tried to counter； but the pipe felt like a tree trunk in his hands。 His parry was too slow。 The Hassassin dodged。 As Langdon tried to retract the bar； the Hassassin's hands shot out and grabbed it。 The man's grip was strong； his injured arm seeming no longer to affect him。 Violently； the two men struggled。 Langdon felt the bar ripped away； and a searing pain shot through his palm。 An instant later； Langdon was staring into the splintered point of the weapon。 The hunter had bee the hunted。
Langdon felt like he'd been hit by a cyclone。 The Hassassin circled； smiling now； backing Langdon against the wall。 〃What is your American adаgio？〃 he chided。 〃Something about curiosity and the cat？〃
Langdon could barely focus。 He cursed his carelessness as the Hassassin moved in。 Nothing was making sense。 A sixth Illuminati brand？ In frustration he blurted； 〃I've never read anything about a sixth Illuminati brand！〃
〃I think you probably have。〃 The killer chuckled as he herded Langdon around the oval wall。
Langdon was lost。 He most certainly had not。 There were five Illuminati brands。 He backed up； searching the room for any weapon at all。
〃A perfect union of the ancient elements；〃 the Hassassin said。 〃The final brand is the most brilliant of all。 I'm afraid you will never see it； though。〃
Langdon sensed he would not be seeing much of anything in a moment。 He kept backing up； searching the room for an option。 〃And you've seen this final brand？〃 Langdon demanded； trying to buy time。
〃Someday perhaps they will honor me。 As I prove myself。〃 He jabbed at Langdon； as if enjoying a game。
Langdon slid backward again。 He had the feeling the Hassassin was directing him around the wall toward some unseen destination。 Where？ Langdon could not afford to look behind him。 〃The brand？〃 he demanded。 〃Where is it？〃
〃Not here。 Janus is apparently the only one who holds it。〃
〃Janus？〃 Langdon did not recognize the name。
〃The Illuminati leader。 He is arriving shortly。〃
〃The Illuminati leader is ing here？〃
〃To perform the final branding。〃
Langdon shot a frightened glance to Vittoria。 She looked strangely calm； her eyes closed to the world around her； her lungs pulling slowly 。 。 。 deeply。 Was she the final victim？ Was he？
〃Such conceit；〃 the Hassassin sneered； watching Langdon's eyes。 〃The two of you are nothing。 You will die； of course； that is for certain。 But the final victim of whom I speak is a truly dangerous enemy。〃
Langdon tried to make sense of the Hassassin's words。 A dangerous enemy？ The top cardinals were all dead。 The Pope was dead。 The Illuminati had wiped them all out。 Langdon found the answer in the vacuum of the Hassassin's eyes。
The camerlegno。
Camerlegno Ventresca was the one man who had been a beacon of hope for the world through this entire tribulation。 The camerlegno had done more to condemn the Illuminati tonight than decades of conspiracy theorists。 Apparently he would pay the price。 He was the Illuminati's final target。
〃You'll never get to him；〃 Langdon challenged。
〃Not I；〃 the Hassassin replied； forcing Langdon farther back around the wall。 〃That honor is reserved for Janus himself。〃
〃The Illuminati leader himself intends to brand the camerlegno？〃
〃Power has its privileges。〃
〃But no one could possibly get into Vatican City right now！〃
The Hassassin looked smug。 〃Not unless he had an appointment。〃
Langdon was confused。 The only person expected at the Vatican right now was the person the press was calling the 11th Hour Samaritan…the person Rocher said had information that could save…
Langdon stopped short。 Good God！
The Hassassin smirked； clearly enjoying Langdon's sickening cognition。 〃I too wondered how Janus would gain entrance。 Then in the van I heard the radio…a report about an 11th hour Samaritan。〃 He smiled。 〃The Vatican will wele Janus with open arms。〃
Langdon almost stumbled backward。 Janus is the Samaritan！ It was an unthinkable deception。 The Illuminati leader would get a royal escort directly to the camerlegno's chambers。 But how did Janus fool Rocher？ Or was Rocher somehow involved？ Langdon felt a chill。 Ever since he had almost suffocated in the secret archives； Langdon had not