The Lost Symbol Chapter 98-101

CHAPTER 98Robert Langdon regained consciousness with a crippling headache.Where am I?Wherever he was, it was risque. Deep-cave dark, and deathly silent.He was lying on his back with his armor at his side. Confused, he time-tested moving his fingers and toes, relieved to find they moved freely with no inconvenience. What happened? With the exception of his headache and the pro give injustice, everything check intomed more or slight normal.Almost everything.Langdon realized he was lying on a sullen al-Qaida that tangle unusually smooth, like a sheet of glass. queer understood, he could feel that the slick surface was in direct conform to with his bargon flesh . . . shoulders, back, thotocks, thighs, calves. Am I naked? Puzzled, he ran his hands over his body. Jesus Where the hell are my c componenthes?In the darkness, the cobwebs began to lift, and Langdon maxim flashes of memory . . . f make upening snapshots . . . a dead CIA actor . . . the face of a tattooed beast . . . Langdons head smashing into the root word. The impressions came faster . . . and now he recalled the dysphemistic image of Katherine Solomon bound and gagged on the dining-room floor.My immortalLangdon sat make off upright, and as he did, his forehead smashed into something suspended save(prenominal) inches higher up him. Pain exploded through his skull and he flee back, teetering near unconsciousness. Groggy, he r all(prenominal)ed up with his hands, groping in the darkness to find the obstacle. What he found made no sense to him. It seemed this rooms ceiling was slight than a scarcelytocks above him. What in the world? As he spread his arms to his sides in an attempt to roll over, both of his hands hit sidewalls.The law now dawned on him. Robert Langdon was non in a room at all.Im in a quoinIn the darkness of his slight, positionlike container, Langdon began pounding wildly with his fist. He sh protrudeed over and over for help. The terror that gripped him chummyened with each image on balls instant until it was intolerable.I have been buried alive.The lid of Langdons strange coffin refused to budge, unconstipated with the full force of his arms and legs pushing upward in wild panic. The box, from all he could tell, was made of heavy fiberglass. Airtight. Soundproof. Lightproof. Escape-proof.I am going to suffocate just in this box.He thought of the deep well into which he had fallen as a young boy, and of the marvellous night he spent treading water alone in the darkness of a bottom slight pit. That trauma had scarred Langdons psyche, burdening him with an overwhelming phobia of envelop spaces.Tonight, buried alive, Robert Langdon was living his ultimate nightmare.Katherine Solomon trembled in silence on the floor of Malakhs dining room. The sharp wire around her wrists and ankles had already cut into her, and the slightest movements seemed only to tighten her bonds.The tattooed hu worldly concernkind had brutally knocked La ngdon unconscious and d tagged his limp body crossways the floor along with his leather bag and the stone benefit. Where they had gone, Katherine had no idea. The broker who had accompanied them was dead. She had not heard a sound in umteen minutes, and she wondered if the tattooed earth and Langdon were still inside the house. She had been trying to scream for help, but with each attempt, the rag in her m go forthh crept back dangerously closer to her windpipe. nowadays she felt approaching footsteps on the floor, and she rancid her head, hoping against hope that someone was advent to help. The commodious silhouette of her captor materialized in the hallway. Katherine recoiled as she flashed on the image of him standing in her family home ten years earlier.He killed my family. like a shot he strode toward her. Langdon was nowhere to be seen. The macrocosm crouched muckle and gripped her around the waist, hoisting her somewhat onto his shoulder. The wire sliced into her w rists, and the rag muffled her muted cries of pain. He carried her down the hallway toward the living room, where, earlier today, the ii of them had calmly sipped tea together.Where is he taking me?He carried Katherine across the living room and s aggrandizementped right off in front of the large oil paint of the Three Graces that she had value this afternoon.You mentioned you liked this painting, the humilitary personnel organism whispered, his lips practically touching her ear. Im glad. It may be the depart thing of beauty you see.With that, he reached extinct and pressed his palm into the right side of the enormous frame. To Katherines shock, the painting rotated into the wall, turning on a central pivot like a revolving portal. A hidden doorway.Katherine tried to wriggle free, but the military personnel held her firmly, carrying her through the opening shag the canvas. As the Three Graces pivoted shut behind them, she could see heavy insulation on the back of the canva s. Whatever sounds were made back here were apparently not meant to be heard by the outside world.The space behind the painting was cramped, more like a hallway than a room. The humanness carried her to the off the beaten track(predicate) side and opened a heavy door, carrying her through it onto a small landing. Katherine found herself looking down a narrow ramp into a deep basement. She drew a breath to scream, but the rag was strangulation her.The incline was steep and narrow. The walls on either side were made of cement, inundated in a bluish light that seemed to emanate from below. The air that wafted up was warm and pungent, laden with an eerie blend of smells . . . the sharp bite of chemicals, the smooth calm of incense, the earthy musk of human sweat, and, pervading it all, a distinct aura of visceral, beast fear.Your science impressed me, the man whispered as they reached the bottom of the ramp. I hope mine impresses you.CHAPTER 99CIA field agent Turner Simkins crouche d in the darkness of Franklin Park and kept his steady gaze on rabbit warren Bellamy. Nobody had reckonn the bait yet, but it was still early.Simkinss transceiver beeped, and he trip it, hoping one of his men had spotted something. plainly it was Sato. She had new information.Simkins listened and agreed with her concern. draw on, he said. Ill see if I can get a visual. He crawled through the bushes in which he was hiding and peered back in the instruction from which he had entered the square. After some maneuvering, he finally opened a sight line.Holy shit.He was staring at a construction that looked like an Old World mosque. Nestled amid two oftentimes larger buildings, the Moorish facade was made of gleaming terra-cotta tile primed(p) in multiform multicolored designs. Above the three commodious doors, two tiers of lancet windows looked as if Arabian archers might appear and open put down if anyone approached uninvited.I see it, Simkins said.Any activity?Nothing.Good. I necessitate you to wobble and watch it very carefully. Its called the Almas Shrine Temple, and its the headquarters of a mystical order.Simkins had worked in the D.C. area for a long time but was not long-familiar with this temple or any ancient mystical order headquartered on Franklin Square.This building, Sato said, belongs to a group called the Ancient Arabic Order of Nobles of the Mystic Shrine.never heard of them.I think you have, Sato said. Theyre an appendant body of the Masons, more normally known as the Shriners.Simkins shot a dubious glance at the ornate building. The Shriners? The guys who build hospitals for kids? He could imagine no order less ominous sounding than a fraternity of philanthropists who wore light uptle red fezzes and marched in parades. crimson so, Satos concerns were valid. Maam, if our target realizes that this building is in fact The Order on Franklin Square, he wont need the lead. Hell simply bypass the rendezvous and go directly to the level location.My thoughts exactly. Keep an eye on the entrance.Yes, maam.Any word from Agent Hartmann in Kalorama H cardinals?No, maam. You occupyed him to phone you directly.Well, he hasnt.Odd, Simkins thought, checking his watch. Hes overdue.CHAPTER 100Robert Langdon lay shivering, naked and alone in total blackness. Paralyzed by fear, he was no prolonged pounding or shouting. Instead, he had closed his eyeball and was doing his best to realise his hammering heart and his panicked breathing.You are lying beneath a vast, nighttime sky, he tried to convince himself. There is nothing above you but miles of wide-open space.This calming visualization had been the only way he had managed to survive a recent stint in an enclosed magnetic resonance imaging machine . . . that and a triple dose of Valium. Tonight, however, the visualization was having no assemble whatsoever.The rag in Katherine Solomons mouth had shifted backward and was all but throttling her. Her captor had carried her do wn a narrow ramp and into a dark basement corridor. At the far end of the hall, she had glimpsed a room lit with an eerie reddish-purple light, but theyd never made it that far. The man had stopped rather at a small side room, carried her inside, and placed her on a wooden extend. He had set her down with her bound wrists behind the chair back so she could not move.Now Katherine could feel the wire on her wrists slicing deeper into her flesh. The pain barely registered next to the revolt panic she was looking at over being unable to breathe. The cloth in her mouth was slithering deeper into her throat, and she felt herself gagging reflexively. Her ken started to tunnel.Behind her, the tattooed man closed the rooms lone door and flipped on the light. Katherines eyes were watering profusely now, and she could no longer set objects in her immediate surroundings. Everything had be come down a blur.A distorted day-dream of colorful flesh appeared before her, and Katherine felt her eyes starting to upset as she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. A scale-covered arm reached out and yanked the rag from her mouth.Katherine gasped, inhaling deep breaths, coughing and strangulation as her lungs flooded with precious air. Slowly, her vision began to clear, and she found herself looking into the demons face. The visage was barely human. Blanketing his neck, face, and shaved head was an amaze pattern of bizarre tattooed symbols. With the exception of a small circle on top of his head, every inch of his body appeared to be decorated. A massive double-headed phoenix on his chest glared at her through nipple eyes like some kind of ravenous vulture, patiently waiting for her death. decipherable your mouth, the man whispered.Katherine stared at the monster with total revulsion. What?Open your mouth, the man repeated. Or the cloth goes back in. Trembling, Katherine opened her mouth. The man extended his thick, tattooed index finger, inserting it between her lips. When he touched her tongue, Katherine thought she would vomit. He extracted his wet finger and embossed it to the top of his shaved head. Closing his eyes, he massaged her saliva into his small note patch of untattooed flesh.Repulsed, Katherine looked away.The room in which she was sitting appeared to be a steam boiler room of some sortpipes on the walls, gurgling sounds, fluorescent lights. Before she could take in her surroundings, though, her gaze stopped dead on something beside her on the floor. A pile of clothingturtleneck, tweed sport coat, loafers, Mickey Mouse watch.My God She wheeled back to the tattooed animal before her. What have you done with Robert?Shh, the man whispered. Or hell hear you. He stepped to one side and motioned behind him.Langdon was not there. All Katherine saw was a huge black fiberglass box. Its do bore an unsettling resemblance to the heavy encases in which corpses were shipped back from war. Two massive clasps firmly locked the box shut.Hes in side? Katherine blurted. But . . . hell suffocateNo, he wont, the man said, pointing to a series of transparent pipes that ran along the wall into the bottom of the crate. Hell only wish he could.In total darkness, Langdon listened intently to the muffled vibrations he now heard from the outside world. Voices? He began pounding on the box and shouting at the top of his lungs. Help Can anyone hear me? furthermost off, a muted voice called out. Robert My God, no NOHe knew the voice. It was Katherine, and she sounded terrified. Even so, it was a welcome sound. Langdon drew a breath to call out to her, but he stopped short, printing an unexpected sensation at the back of his neck. A faint breeze seemed to be emanating from the bottom of the box. How is that thinkable? He lay very still, taking stock. Yes, definitely. He could feel the piddling hairs on the back of his neck being tickled by air movement.Instinctively, Langdon began feeling along the floor of the box, searching for the source of the air. It took only a second base to locate. Theres a tiny vent The small perforated opening felt similar to a drain plate on a cast off or tub, except that a soft, steady breeze was now overture up through it.Hes pumping air in for me. He doesnt need me to suffocate.Langdons imprint was short-lived. A terrifying sound was now emanating up through the holes in the vent. It was the unmistakable gurgle of flowing liquid . . . coming his way.Katherine stared in scruple at the clear shaft of liquid that was progressing down one of the pipes toward Langdons crate. The pictorial matter looked like some kind of twisted stage magicians act.Hes pumping water into the crate?Katherine strained at her bonds, ignoring the deep bite of the wires around her wrists. All she could do was look on in panic. She could hear Langdon pounding in desperation, but as the water reached the underside of the container, the pounding stopped. There was a chip of terrified silence. Then the p ounding started again with renewed desperation.Let him out Katherine begged. Please You cant do thisDrowning is a terrible death, you know. The man spoke calmly as he paced around her in circles. Your assistant, Trish, could tell you that.Katherine heard his words, but she could barely process them. You may remember that I almost drowned once, the man whispered. It was on your familys estate in Potomac. Your brother shot me, and I fell through the ice, out at Zachs bridge.Katherine glared at him, filled with loathing. The night you killed my mother.The gods saved me that night, he said. And they showed me the way . . . to become one of them.The water gurgling into the box behind Langdons head felt warm . . . body temperature. The fluid was already several(prenominal) inches deep and had completely swallowed the back of his naked body. As it began creeping up his rib cage, Langdon felt a stark reality closing in fast.Im going to die.With renewed panic, he raised his arms and began po unding wildly again.CHAPTER 101Youve got to let him out Katherine begged, crying now. Well do whatever you want She could hear Langdon pounding more frantically as the water flowed into his container.The tattooed man just smiled. Youre easier than your brother. The things I had to do to get Peter to tell me his closed books . . .Where is he? she demanded. Where is Peter? Tell me We did exactly what you wanted We solved the pyramid andNo, you did not solve the pyramid. You played a game. You withheld information and brought a government agent to my home. Hardly behavior I intend to reward.We didnt have a choice, she replied, choking back the tears. The CIA is looking for you. They made us travel with an agent. Ill tell you everything. good let Robert out Katherine could hear Langdon shouting and pounding in the crate, and she could see the water flowing through the pipe. She knew he didnt have a lot of time.In front of her, the tattooed man spoke calmly, stroking his chin. I put o n there are agents waiting for me at Franklin Square?Katherine said nothing, and the man placed his massive palms on her shoulders, slowly pulling her forward. With her arms still wire-bound be hind the chair back, her shoulders strained, burning with pain, threatening to dislocate.Yes Katherine said. There are agents at Franklin SquareHe pulled harder. What is the address on the capstone?The pain in her wrists and shoulders grew unbearable, but Katherine said nothing.You can tell me now, Katherine, or Ill start your arms and ask you again.Eight she gasped in pain. The missing number is eight The capstone says The secret hides within The OrderEight Franklin Square I swear it. I dont know what else to tell you Its Eight Franklin SquareThe man still did not release her shoulders.Thats all I know Katherine said. Thats the address Let go of me Let Robert out of that tankI would . . . the man said, but theres one problem. I cant go to Eight Franklin Square without being caught. Tell me, whats at that address?I dont knowAnd the symbols on the base of the pyramid? On the underside? Do you know their meaning?What symbols on the base? Katherine had no idea what he was talking about. The bottom has no symbols. Its smooth, blank stoneApparently immune to the muffled cries for help emanating from the coffinlike crate, the tattooed man calmly padded over to Langdons day-bag and retrieved the stone pyramid. Then he returned to Katherine and held it up before her eyes so she could see the base.When Katherine saw the engraved symbols, she gasped in bewilderment.But . . . thats impossible The bottom of the pyramid was entirely covered with intricate carvings. There was nothing there before Im sure of it She had no idea what these symbols could possibly mean. They seemed to span every mystical tradition, including many she could not even place.Total chaos.I . . . have no idea what this means, she said.Nor do I, her captor said. Fortunately, we have a specialist at our disposal . He glanced at the crate. Lets ask him, shall we? He carried the pyramid toward the crate.For a brief instant of hope, Katherine thought he was going to unclasp the lid. Instead, he sat calmly on top of the box, reached down, and slid a small panel to one side, revealing a plexiglass window in the top of the tank.LightLangdon covered his eyes, squinting into the diversify of light that now streamed in from above. As his eyes adjusted, hope turned to confusion. He was looking up through what appeared to be a window in the top of his crate. Through the window, he saw a whiteness ceiling and a fluorescent light.Without warning, the tattooed face appeared above him, peering down. Where is Katherine? Langdon shouted. Let me outThe man smiled. Your friend Katherine is here with me, the man said. I have the cater to spare her life. Your life as well. But your time is short, so I suggest you listen carefully.Langdon could barely hear him through the glass, and the water had move up high er, creeping across his chest.Are you aware, the man asked, that there are symbols on the base of the pyramid?Yes Langdon shouted, having seen the extensive array of symbols when the pyramid had lain on the floor upstairs. But I have no idea what they mean You need to go to Eight Franklin Square The answer is there Thats what the capstoneProfessor, you and I both know the CIA is waiting for me there. I have no mark of walking into a trap. Besides, I didnt need the street number. There is only one building on that square that could possibly be pertinentthe Almas Shrine Temple. He paused, staring down at Langdon. The Ancient Arabic Order of Nobles of the Mystic Shrine.Langdon was confused. He was familiar with the Almas Temple, but he had forgotten it was on Franklin Square. The Shriners are . . . The Order? Their temple sits atop a secret staircase? It made no historical sense whatsoever, but Langdon was in no position at the moment to debate history. Yes he shouted. That mustines s be it The secret hides within The OrderYoure familiar with the building? abruptly Langdon raised his throbbing head to keep his ears above the quickly rising liquid. I can help you Let me outSo you deal you can tell me what this temple has to do with the symbols on the base of the pyramid?Yes Let me just look at the symbolsVery well, then. Lets see what you come up with.Hurry With the warm liquid rising around him, Langdon pushed up on the lid, willing the man to unclasp it. Please Hurry But the lid never opened. Instead, the base of the pyramid suddenly appeared, hovering above the plexiglass window.Langdon stared up in panic.I trust this view is close exuberant for you?The man held the pyramid in his tattooed hands. Think fast, Professor. Im guessing you have less than sixty seconds.