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. Dwindle's Square, the royal residence houses both the Papal Apartments and the Office of the Pope. Vittoria and Langdon followed peacefully as Commander Olivetti drove them down a long extravagant 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 fine art on the dividers †mint-condition busts, embroidered works of art, friezes †works worth countless dollars. 66% of the route a few doors down they passed an alabaster wellspring. Olivetti took a left 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 caustic glare. Vittoria didn't wince. She came to over Olivetti and thumped boisterously on the entryway. Office of the Pope, Langdon thought, experiencing issues understanding that he was remaining outside one of the most consecrated 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 extent a dance hall than an office. Red marble floors spread out every which way to dividers embellished with striking frescoes. A monster light fixture hung overhead, past which a bank of angled windows offered a staggering scene of the sun-soaked St. Diminish's Square. My God, Langdon thought. This is a stay with a view. At the most distant finish of the lobby, at a cut work area, a man sat composing irately. â€Å"Avanti,† he got out once more, setting down his pen and waving them over. Olivetti drove the way, his walk military. â€Å"Signore,† he said remorsefully. â€Å"No ho potuto †â€Å" The man cut him off. He stood and considered his two guests. The camerlegno was not at all like the pictures of fragile, rapturous elderly people men Langdon typically envisioned wandering the Vatican. He wore no rosary dabs or pendants. No overwhelming robes. He was dressed rather in a straightforward dark cassock that appeared to intensify the strength of his significant casing. He seemed to be in his late-thirties, in fact a youngster by Vatican gauges. 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 filled by the puzzles of the universe. As the man moved closer, however, Langdon recognized clearly 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 honest and kind, with just the smallest trace of Italian articulation. 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 student of history from Harvard University.† â€Å"Padre,† Langdon stated, in his best Italian articulation. 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 blessed. 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 evidently wanted to stand. The camerlegno situated himself at the work area, collapsed his hands, moaned, and looked at 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 meeting to disclose 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 unbending, his back curved like a trooper under extreme review. Langdon felt entranced 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 sorry yet at the same time unwavering. 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 likewise mindful that as direttore intermediario, I have an obligation regarding the security and prosperity of everybody at this conference. What is happening here?† â€Å"I have the circumstance under control.† â€Å"Apparently not.† â€Å"Father,† Langdon interfered with, 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 considerations 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 surprised 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 floods of hatred. â€Å"Who would†¦ and this consume on his†¦Ã¢â‚¬  The camerlegno stopped, 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, indeed, 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 ridiculous. The Illuminati? This is plainly a type of expound hoax.† The camerlegno appeared to consider Olivetti's words. At that point he turned and thought about Langdon so completely that Langdon felt the air leave his lungs. â€Å"Mr. Langdon, I have gone through my time on earth in the Catholic Church. I know about the Illuminati lore†¦ and the legend of the brandings. But then I should caution you, I am a man of the current state. Christianity has enough genuine adversaries without restoring 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 current computers,† Langdon included, â€Å"have been not able to produce an even 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 prior. 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 agreement is this?† Langdon took a full breath. â€Å"The annihilation of Vatican City.† â€Å"Destroy Vatican City?† The camerlegno looked less scared than befuddled. â€Å"But that would be impossible.† Vittoria shook her head. â€Å"I'm apprehensive we have some increasingly awful 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, yet concerning Ms. Vetra's cases with regards 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 resounded 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 outer dividers are protected electronically to ensure our interior 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 extremely little. It couldn't in any way, shape or form be as hazardous as she claims.† Vittoria's understanding vanished. â€Å"That bead is sufficient to level Vatican City! Did you by any chance 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 intense. â€Å"Despite my clothing, which I understand you find irksome, I am a senior level physicist at the world's most developed subatomic research office. I for one structured the antimatter trap that is shielding that example from destroying at this moment. Also, I am