Angels Demons Chapter 39-41

39 The Apostolic Palace is a combination of structures situated close to the Sistine Chapel in the upper east corner of Vatican City. With a directing perspective on St. Subside'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 lavish hall, the muscles in his neck beating with rage. In the wake of climbing three arrangements of steps, they entered a wide, faintly lit foyer. 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 went left into a nook and walked to probably the biggest entryway Langdon had ever observed. â€Å"Ufficio di Papa,† the officer announced, giving Vittoria a caustic glower. Vittoria didn't recoil. She came to over Olivetti and thumped noisily 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 all the more an assembly hall than an office. Red marble floors spread out every which way to dividers enhanced with clear frescoes. A monster ceiling fixture hung overhead, past which a bank of angled windows offered a dazzling display of the sun-soaked St. Diminish's Square. My God, Langdon thought. This is a live with a view. At the furthest 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 stride military. â€Å"Signore,† he said remorsefully. â€Å"No ho potuto †â€Å" The man cut him off. He stood and examined his two guests. The camerlegno was not at all like the pictures of fragile, heavenly elderly people men Langdon ordinarily envisioned meandering the Vatican. He wore no rosary dots or pendants. No substantial robes. He was dressed rather in a straightforward dark cassock that appeared to enhance the strength of his considerable edge. He seemed to be in his late-thirties, for sure a youngster by Vatican principles. He had a shockingly attractive face, a whirl of coarse earthy colored hair, and practically brilliant green eyes that shone as though they were by one way or another filled by the secrets of the universe. As the man moved closer, however, Langdon recognized easily a significant depletion †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 scarcest 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 organized a few seats around his work area. Langdon and Vittoria sat. Olivetti clearly liked 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 shortcoming. 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 conference 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 inflexible, his back angled like a fighter under extreme assessment. Langdon felt mesmerized by the camerlegno's quality. Youthful and wearied as he might have been, the minister had the quality of some legendary saint †transmitting appeal and authority. â€Å"Signore,† Olivetti stated, his tone sorry yet steadfast. 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 security and prosperity of everybody at this meeting. 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.† Administrator 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 an alarmed breath. â€Å"What is this?† â€Å"That is my father,† Vittoria stated, her voice faltering. â€Å"He was a minister and a man of science. He was killed last night.† The camerlegno's face mellowed immediately. 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 rushes of severe dislike. 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 ludicrous. The Illuminati? This is unmistakably a type of expound hoax.† The camerlegno appeared to consider Olivetti's words. At that point he turned and mulled over 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 reviving ghosts.† â€Å"The image is authentic,† Langdon stated, excessively protectively he thought. He came to over and turned the fax for the camerlegno. The camerlegno fell quiet when he saw the evenness. â€Å"Even present day computers,† Langdon included, â€Å"have been not able to fashion 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 long last said. â€Å"Long back. That is chronicled 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 old pact.† â€Å"Forgive me. My history is corroded. What antiquated settlement is this?† Langdon took a full breath. â€Å"The devastation of Vatican City.† â€Å"Destroy Vatican City?† The camerlegno looked less scared than confounded. â€Å"But that would be impossible.† Vittoria shook her head. â€Å"I'm apprehensive we have some progressively awful news.† 40 â€Å"Is this true?† the camerlegno requested, looking stunned 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 obvious on one of our security screens, however concerning Ms. Vetra's cases regarding 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 recouped 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 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 presently 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 dangerous as she claims.† Vittoria's understanding dissipated. 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 inconvenient, I am a senior level physicist at the world's most developed subatomic research office. I for one planned the antimatter trap that is shielding that example from demolishing at this moment. Furthermore, I am