Angels Demons Chapter 39-41

39 The Apostolic Palace is a mixture of structures situated close to the Sistine Chapel in the upper east corner of Vatican City. With a telling perspective on St. Diminish's Square, the castle houses both the Papal Apartments and the Office of the Pope. Vittoria and Langdon followed peacefully as Commander Olivetti drove them down a long ornate hallway, the muscles in his neck beating with rage. In the wake of climbing three arrangements of steps, they entered a wide, faintly lit corridor. Langdon couldn't accept the craftsmanship on the dividers †mint-condition busts, woven artworks, friezes †works worth a huge number of dollars. 66% of the path down the corridor they passed an alabaster wellspring. Olivetti took a left hand turn into a nook and walked to probably the biggest entryway Langdon had ever observed. â€Å"Ufficio di Papa,† the administrator proclaimed, giving Vittoria a sharp glare. Vittoria didn't recoil. She came to over Olivetti and thumped noisily on the entryway. Office of the Pope, Langdon thought, experiencing issues comprehending that he was remaining outside one of the most holy rooms in all of world religion. â€Å"Avanti!† somebody called from inside. At the point when the entryway opened, Langdon needed to shield his eyes. The daylight was blinding. Gradually, the picture before him came into center. The Office of the Pope appeared to be to a greater degree a dance hall than an office. Red marble floors spread out every which way to dividers enhanced with striking frescoes. A gigantic ceiling fixture hung overhead, past which a bank of angled windows offered a staggering display of the sun-soaked St. Subside's Square. My God, Langdon thought. This is a stay with a view. At the furthest finish of the corridor, at a cut work area, a man sat composing angrily. â€Å"Avanti,† he got out once more, setting down his pen and waving them over. Olivetti drove the way, his step military. â€Å"Signore,† he said conciliatory. â€Å"No ho potuto †â€Å" The man cut him off. He stood and contemplated his two guests. The camerlegno was in no way like the pictures of slight, blissful elderly people men Langdon typically envisioned meandering the Vatican. He wore no rosary dabs or pendants. No overwhelming robes. He was dressed rather in a basic dark cassock that appeared to intensify the robustness of his significant casing. He seemed to be in his late-thirties, surely a kid by Vatican measures. He had a shockingly attractive face, a twirl of coarse earthy colored hair, and practically brilliant green eyes that shone as though they were by one way or another powered by the puzzles of the universe. As the man moved closer, however, Langdon recognized easily a significant fatigue †like a spirit who had experienced the hardest fifteen days of his life. â€Å"I am Carlo Ventresca,† he stated, his English great. â€Å"The late Pope's camerlegno.† His voice was unassuming and kind, with just the smallest trace of Italian enunciation. â€Å"Vittoria Vetra,† she stated, venturing forward and offering her hand. â€Å"Thank you for seeing us.† Olivetti jerked as the camerlegno shook Vittoria's hand. â€Å"This is Robert Langdon,† Vittoria said. â€Å"A strict history specialist from Harvard University.† â€Å"Padre,† Langdon stated, in his best Italian pronunciation. He bowed his head as he expanded his hand. â€Å"No, no,† the camerlegno demanded, lifting Langdon back up. â€Å"His Holiness' office doesn't make me sacred. I am only a cleric †a chamberlain serving in a period of need.† Langdon stood upstanding. â€Å"Please,† the camerlegno stated, â€Å"everyone sit.† He masterminded a few seats around his work area. Langdon and Vittoria sat. Olivetti clearly wanted to stand. The camerlegno situated himself at the work area, collapsed his hands, moaned, and peered toward his guests. â€Å"Signore,† Olivetti said. â€Å"The lady's clothing is my issue. I †â€Å" â€Å"Her clothing isn't what concerns me,† the camerlegno answered, sounding too depleted to be in any way disturbed. â€Å"When the Vatican administrator considers me a half hour before I start gathering to reveal to me a lady is calling from your private office to caution me of a significant security danger of which I have not been educated, that worries me.† Olivetti stood inflexible, his back curved like a trooper under serious investigation. Langdon felt mesmerized by the camerlegno's essence. Youthful and wearied as he seemed to be, the minister had the demeanor of some legendary saint †transmitting moxy and authority. â€Å"Signore,† Olivetti stated, his tone regretful yet steady. â€Å"You ought not worry about issues of security. You have other responsibilities.† â€Å"I am very much aware of my different duties. I am additionally mindful that as direttore intermediario, I have an obligation regarding the wellbeing and prosperity of everybody at this gathering. What is happening here?† â€Å"I have the circumstance under control.† â€Å"Apparently not.† â€Å"Father,† Langdon intruded on, taking out the folded fax and giving it to the camerlegno, â€Å"please.† Officer Olivetti ventured forward, attempting to mediate. â€Å"Father, kindly don't inconvenience your musings with †â€Å" The camerlegno took the fax, disregarding Olivetti for a long second. He took a gander at the picture of the killed Leonardo Vetra and drew a frightened breath. â€Å"What is this?† â€Å"That is my father,† Vittoria stated, her voice faltering. â€Å"He was a cleric and a man of science. He was killed last night.† The camerlegno's face mellowed in a split second. He gazed toward her. â€Å"My dear youngster. I'm so sorry.† He crossed himself and took a gander at the fax, his eyes appearing to pool with influxes of loathing. â€Å"Who would†¦ and this consume on his†¦Ã¢â‚¬  The camerlegno delayed, squinting nearer at the picture. â€Å"It says Illuminati,† Langdon said. â€Å"No question you know about the name.† An odd look went over the camerlegno's face. â€Å"I have heard the name, truly, but†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"The Illuminati killed Leonardo Vetra so they could take another innovation he was †â€Å" â€Å"Signore,† Olivetti added. â€Å"This is crazy. The Illuminati? This is unmistakably a type of expound hoax.† The camerlegno appeared to contemplate Olivetti's words. At that point he turned and examined Langdon so completely that Langdon felt the air leave his lungs. â€Å"Mr. Langdon, I have consumed my time on earth in the Catholic Church. I know about the Illuminati lore†¦ and the legend of the brandings. But I should caution you, I am a man of the current state. Christianity has enough genuine foes without reviving ghosts.† â€Å"The image is authentic,† Langdon stated, excessively protectively he thought. He came to over and pivoted the fax for the camerlegno. The camerlegno fell quiet when he saw the balance. â€Å"Even present day computers,† Langdon included, â€Å"have been not able to fashion a balanced ambigram of this word.† The camerlegno collapsed his hands and said nothing for quite a while. â€Å"The Illuminati are dead,† he at last said. â€Å"Long back. That is authentic fact.† Langdon gestured. â€Å"Yesterday, I would have concurred with you.† â€Å"Yesterday?† â€Å"Before the present chain of occasions. I accept the Illuminati have reemerged to follow through on an antiquated pact.† â€Å"Forgive me. My history is corroded. What antiquated settlement is this?† Langdon took a full breath. â€Å"The obliteration of Vatican City.† â€Å"Destroy Vatican City?† The camerlegno looked less alarmed than confounded. â€Å"But that would be impossible.† Vittoria shook her head. â€Å"I'm apprehensive we have some progressively terrible news.† 40 â€Å"Is this true?† the camerlegno requested, looking flabbergasted as he abandoned Vittoria to Olivetti. â€Å"Signore,† Olivetti guaranteed, â€Å"I'll concede there is a type of gadget here. It is noticeable on one of our security screens, however with respect to Ms. Vetra's cases with respect to the intensity of this substance, I can't in any way, shape or form †â€Å" â€Å"Wait a minute,† the camerlegno said. â€Å"You can see this thing?† â€Å"Yes, signore. On remote camera #86.† â€Å"Then for what reason haven't you recuperated it?† The camerlegno's voice reverberated outrage now. â€Å"Very troublesome, signore.† Olivetti stood straight as he clarified the circumstance. The camerlegno tuned in, and Vittoria detected his developing concern. â€Å"Are you certain it is inside Vatican City?† the camerlegno inquired. â€Å"Maybe somebody took the camera out and is transmitting from some place else.† â€Å"Impossible,† Olivetti said. â€Å"Our outside dividers are protected electronically to secure our inner interchanges. This sign must be originating from within or we would not be getting it.† â€Å"And I assume,† he stated, â€Å"that you are currently searching for this missing camera with all accessible resources?† Olivetti shook his head. â€Å"No, signore. Finding that camera could take several worker hours. We have various other security worries right now, and with all due regard to Ms. Vetra, this bead she discusses is little. It couldn't in any way, shape or form be as touchy as she claims.† Vittoria's understanding vanished. â€Å"That bead is sufficient to level Vatican City! Did you at any point tune in to a word I told you?† â€Å"Ma'am,† Olivetti stated, his voice like steel, â€Å"my involvement in explosives is extensive.† â€Å"Your experience is obsolete,† she terminated back, similarly extreme. â€Å"Despite my clothing, which I understand you find irksome, I am a senior level physicist at the world's most exceptional subatomic research office. I for one planned the antimatter trap that is shielding that example from destroying at the present time. What's more, I am