analysis and R and D。〃
〃Industrial espionage？ But that canister has twenty…four hours before the batteries die。 The researchers would blow themselves up before they learned anything at all。〃
〃They could recharge it before it explodes。 They could build a patible recharging podium like the ones here at CERN。〃
〃In twenty…four hours？〃 Kohler challenged。 〃Even if they stole the schematics； a recharger like that would take months to engineer； not hours！〃
〃He's right。〃 Vittoria's voice was frail。
Both men turned。 Vittoria was moving toward them； her gait as tremulous as her words。
〃He's right。 Nobody could reverse engineer a recharger in time。 The interface alone would take weeks。 Flux filters； servo…coils； power conditioning alloys； all calibrated to the specific energy grade of the locale。〃
Langdon frowned。 The point was taken。 An antimatter trap was not something one could simply plug into a wall socket。 Once removed from CERN； the canister was on a one…way； twenty…four…hour trip to oblivion。
Which left only one； very disturbing； conclusion。
〃We need to call Interpol；〃 Vittoria said。 Even to herself； her voice sounded distant。 〃We need to call the proper authorities。 Immediately。〃
Kohler shook his head。 〃Absolutely not。〃
The words stunned her。 〃No？ What do you mean？〃
〃You and your father have put me in a very difficult position here。〃
〃Director； we need help。 We need to find that trap and get it back here before someone gets hurt。 We have a responsibility！〃
〃We have a responsibility to think；〃 Kohler said； his tone hardening。 〃This situation could have very； very serious repercussions for CERN。〃
〃You're worried about CERN's reputation？ Do you know what that canister could do to an urban area？ It has a blast radius of a half mile！ Nine city blocks！〃
〃Perhaps you and your father should have considered that before you created the specimen。〃
Vittoria felt like she'd been stabbed。 〃But 。 。 。 we took every precaution。〃
〃Apparently； it was not enough。〃
〃But nobody knew about the antimatter。〃 She realized； of course； it was an absurd argument。 Of course somebody knew。 Someone had found out。
Vittoria had told no one。 That left only two explanations。 Either her father had taken someone into his confidence without telling her； which made no sense because it was her father who had sworn them both to secrecy； or she and her father had been monitored。 The cell phone maybe？ She knew they had spoken a few times while Vittoria was traveling。 Had they said too much？ It was possible。 There was also their E…mail。 But they had been discreet； hadn't they？ CERN's security system？ Had they been monitored somehow without their knowledge？ She knew none of that mattered anymore。 What was done； was done。 My father is dead。
The thought spurred her to action。 She pulled her cell phone from her shorts pocket。
Kohler accelerated toward her； coughing violently； eyes flashing anger。 〃Who 。 。 。 are you calling？〃
〃CERN's switchboard。 They can connect us to Interpol。〃
〃Think！〃 Kohler choked； screeching to a halt in front of her。 〃Are you really so naпve？ That canister could be anywhere in the world by now。 No intelligence agency on earth could possibly mobilize to find it in time。〃
〃So we do nothing？〃 Vittoria felt punction challenging a man in such frail health； but the director was so far out of line she didn't even know him anymore。
〃We do what is smart；〃 Kohler said。 〃We don't risk CERN's reputation by involving authorities who cannot help anyway。 Not yet。 Not without thinking。〃
Vittoria knew there was logic somewhere in Kohler's argument； but she also knew that logic； by definition； was bereft of moral responsibility。 Her father had lived for moral responsibility…careful science； accountability； faith in man's inherent goodness。 Vittoria believed in those things too； but she saw them in terms of karma。 Turning away from Kohler； she snapped open her phone。
〃You can't do that；〃 he said。
〃Just try and stop me。〃
Kohler did not move。
An instant later； Vittoria realized why。 This far underground； her cell phone had no dial tone。
Fuming； she headed for the elevator。
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The Hassassin stood at the end of the stone tunnel。 His torch still burned bright； the smoke mixing with the smell of moss and stale air。 Silence surrounded him。 The iron door blocking his way looked as old as the tunnel itself； rusted but still holding strong。 He waited in the darkness； trusting。
It was almost time。
Janus had promised someone on the inside would open the door。 The Hassassin marveled at the betrayal。 He would have waited all night at that door to carry out his task； but he sensed it would not be necessary。 He was working for determined men。
Minutes later； exactly at the appointed hour； there was a loud clank of heavy keys on the other side of the door。 Metal scraped on metal as multiple locks disengaged。 One by one； three huge deadbolts ground open。 The locks creaked as if they had not been used in centuries。 Finally all three were open。
Then there was silence。
The Hassassin waited patiently； five minutes； exactly as he had been told。 Then； with electricity in his blood； he pushed。 The great door swung open。
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Vittoria； I will not allow it！〃 Kohler's breath was labored and getting worse as the Haz…Mat elevator ascended。
Vittoria blocked him out。 She craved sanctuary； something familiar in this place that no longer felt like home。 She knew it was not to be。 Right now； she had to swallow the pain and act。 Get to a phone。
Robert Langdon was beside her； silent as usual。 Vittoria had given up wondering who the man was。 A specialist？ Could Kohler be any less specific？ Mr。 Langdon can help us find your father's killer。 Langdon was being no help at all。 His warmth and kindness seemed genuine； but he was clearly hiding something。 They both were。
Kohler was at her again。 〃As director of CERN； I have a responsibility to the future of science。 If you amplify this into an international incident and CERN suffers…〃
〃Future of science？〃 Vittoria turned on him。 〃Do you really plan to escape accountability by never admitting this antimatter came from CERN？ Do you plan to ignore the people's lives we've put in danger？〃
〃Not we；〃 Kohler countered。 〃You。 You and your father。〃
Vittoria looked away。
〃And as far as endangering lives；〃 Kohler said； 〃life is exactly what this is about。 You know antimatter technology has enormous implications for life on this planet。 If CERN goes bankrupt； destroyed by scandal； everybody loses。 Man's future is in the hands of places like CERN； scientists like you and your father； working to solve tomorrow's problems。〃
Vittoria had heard Kohler's Science…as…God lecture before； and she never bought it。 Science itself caused half the problems it was trying to solve。 〃Progress〃 was Mother Earth's ultimate malignancy。
〃Scientific advancement carries risk；〃 Kohler argued。 〃It always has。 Space programs； genetic research； medicine…they all make mistakes。 Science needs to survive its own blunders； at any cost。 For everyone's sake。〃
Vittoria was amazed at Kohler's ability to weigh moral issues with scientific detachment。 His intellect seemed to be the product of an icy divorce from his inner spirit。 〃You think CERN is so critical to the earth's future that we should be immune from moral responsibility？〃
〃Do not argue morals with me。 You crossed a line when you made that specimen； and you have put this entire facility at risk。 I'm trying to protect not only the jobs of the three thousand scientists who work here； but also your father's reputation。 Think about him。 A man like your father does not deserve to be remembered as the creator of a weapon of mass destruction。〃
Vittoria felt his spear hit home。 I am the one who convinced my father to create that specimen。 This is my fault！
When the door opened； Kohler was still talking。 Vittoria stepped out of the elevator； pulled out her phone； and tried again。
Still no dial tone。 Damn！ She headed for the door。
〃Vittoria； stop。〃 The director sounded asthmatic now； as he accelerated after her。 〃Slow down。 We need to talk。〃
〃Basta di parlare！〃
〃Think of