The Lost Symbol Chapter 71-75

CHAPTER 71Malakh stood naked in the w wholeow warmth of his steam shower. He mat up pure again, having washed off the last remaining scent of ethanol. As the eucalyptus-infused vaporisations permeated his skin, he could live his pores oerting to the heat. whence he began his ritual.First, he rubbed depilatory chemicals across his tattooed personate and scalp, removing any traces of body hair. Hairless were the gods of the seven islands of Heliades. Then he massaged Abramelin oil into his sof ecstasyed and receptive anatomy. Abramelin is the consecrated oil of the great Magi. Then he turned his shower lever hard to the left, and the water turned ice frigidity. He stood below the frigid water for a full minute of arc to close his pores and trap the heat and energy within his core. The cold served as a reminder of the icy river in which this transformation had begun.When he stepped from the shower, he was shivering, alone within seconds, his core heat emanated up through his layers of flesh and warmed him. Malakhs insides felt comparable a furnace. He stood naked before the mirror and admired his form . . . perhaps the last age he would see himself as a mere mortal. His feet were the talons of a hawk. His legsBoaz and Jachinwere the ancient pillars of wisdom. His hips and breadbasket were the archways of mystical power. Hanging beneath the archway, his massive sex organ poor fish the tattooed symbols of his destiny. In a nonher life, this heavy shaft of flesh had been his source of imbruted pleasure. But no longer.I have been purified.Like the mystical eunuch monks of Katharoi, Malakh had removed his testicles. He had sacrificed his physical potency for a more honorable one. divinitys have no gender. Having shed the human imperfection of gender along with the earthly pull of sexual temptation, Malakh had become like Ouranos, Attis, Sporus, and the great castrati magicians of Arthurian legend. Every spiritual metamorphosis is preceded by a ph ysical one. much(prenominal) was the lesson of tout ensemble the great gods . . . from Osiris, to Tammuz, to Jesus, to Shiva, to the Buddha himself.I must shed the man who robes me.Abruptly, Malakh force his gaze upward, past the double- straitsed phoenix on his chest, past the collage of ancient sigils adorning his face, and directly to the top of his head. He tipped his head toward the mirror, scarce able to see the circle of b be flesh that waited thither. This location on the body was sacred. Kn feature as the fontanel, it was the one area of the human skull that remained open at birth. An oculus to the brain. Although this physiological portal closes within a depicted object of months, it remains a symbolic vestige of the lost connection mingled with the break(a)er and inner worlds.Malakh studied the sacred patch of virginal skin, which was enclose by the crownlike circle of an ouroborosa mystical snake devouring its own tail. The bare flesh seemed to stare clog at h im . . . b flop with promise.Robert Langdon presently would uncover the great treasure that Malakh required. erstwhile Malakh possessed it, the void on top of his head would be filled, and he would at last be prepared for his final transformation.Malakh padded across his bedroom and took from his bottom draughtsman a long strip of white silk. As he had through with(p) many times before, he wrapped it around his groin and buttocks. Then he went downstairs.In his office, his computer had received an e-mail message.It was from his contactWHAT YOU aim IS straight absent WITHIN REACH.I WILL CONTACT YOU WITHIN THE HOUR. PATIENCE.Malakh smiled. It was time to make final preparations.CHAPTER 72The CIA scope agent was in a foul mood as he descended from the reading-room balcony. Bellamy lied to us. The agent had seen no heat signatures whatsoever upstairs near the Moses statue, nor anywhere else upstairs for that matter.So where the hell did Langdon go?The agent retraced his steps now to the provided engineer theyd spotted any heat signatures at allthe subroutine librarys statistical distribution hub. He descended the stairs again, moving beneath the octagonal console. The noise of the rumbling conveyors was grating. move on into the space, he flipped down his thermal goggles and scanned the room. Nothing. He looked toward the stacks, where the mangled room access still showed hot from the explosion. Other than that, he saw no divine shitThe agent jumped gumption as an unexpected luminescence drifted into his field of vision. Like a pair of ghosts, the dimly glowing imprints of two humanoids had comely emerged from the wall on a conveyor belt. Heat signatures.Stunned, the agent watched as the two apparitions circled the room on the conveyor loop and and so disappeared rashly into a narrow hole in the wall. They rode the conveyor out? Thats insanity.In addition to realizing they had dear lost Robert Langdon through a hole in the wall, the field agent was now aware that he had another problem. Langdons not alone?He was save close to switch on his transceiver and chitchat the team leader, but the team leader beat him to it. on the whole points, weve got an woebegone Volvo on the plaza in front of the library. Registered to one Katherine Solomon. Eyewitness says she entered the library not long ago. We suspect shes with Robert Langdon. Director Sato has ordered that we find them both immediately.Ive got heat signatures for both of them shouted the field agent in the distribution room. He explained the pip.For Christs sake the team leader replied. Where the hell does the conveyor go?The field agent was already consulting the employee reference schematic on the bare board. Adams twist, he replied. One block from here. All points. Redirect to the Adams edifice NOWCHAPTER 73Sanctuary. Answers.The words echoed in Langdons mind as he and Katherine explode through a side door of the Adams Building and out into the cold winter night. The cryptic caller had conveyed his location cryptically, but Langdon had understood. Katherines reaction to their savoir-faire had been surprisingly sanguine Where better to find One True God?Now the question was how to abide there.Langdon spun in place, trying to get his bearings. It was dark, but thankfully the weather had cleared. They were standing in a small courtyard. In the distance, the Capitol Dome looked startlingly far away, and Langdon realized this was the start-off moment he had stepped outside since arriving at the Capitol several hours ago.So much for my lecture.Robert, look. Katherine pointed toward the silhouette of the Jefferson Building.Langdons first reaction on seeing the building was astonishment that they had traveled so far underground on a conveyor belt. His second reaction, however, was alarm. The Jefferson Building was now abuzz with activitytrucks and cars pulling in, men shouting. Is that a searchlight?Langdon grabbed Katherines hand. flow on.The y ran northeast across the courtyard, quickly disappearing from view behind an de luxe U- shaped building, which Langdon realized was the Folger Shakespeare Library. This particular building seemed appropriate camouflage for them tonight, as it housed the original Latin manuscript of Francis Bacons New Atlantis, the utopian vision on which the American forefathers had allegedly modeled a new world base on ancient knowledge. Even so, Langdon would not be stopping.We get hold of a ride.They arrived at the corner of Third Street and East Capitol. The traffic was sparse, and Langdon felt fading hope as he scanned for nags. He and Katherine hurried northbound on Third Street, putting distance between themselves and the Library of Congress. It was not until they had gone an entire block that Langdon finally spotted a jade rounding the corner. He flagged it down, and the cabriolet pulled over.Middle Eastern music compete on his radio, and the young Arab pushr gave them a friendly smile. Where to? the number one wood asked as they jumped into the car.We need to go to northwesterly Katherine interjected, pointing up Third Street away from the Jefferson Building. Drive toward Union Station, then left on Massachusetts Avenue. Well see to it you when to stop.The driver shrugged, closed the Plexiglas divider, and turned his music back on.Katherine shot Langdon an admonishing look as if to say Leave no trail. She pointed out the window, directing Langdons attention to a b lose helicopter that was skimming in low, approaching the area. Shit. Sato was apparently dead serious about recovering Solomons pyramid.As they watched the helicopter land between the Jefferson and Adams buildings, Katherine turned to him, looking increasingly worried. privy I see your cell phone for a second?Langdon transfer her his phone. irradiation told me you have an eidetic memory? she said, rolling down her window. And that you cogitate every phone number youve ever dialed?Thats tr ue, butKatherine hurled his phone out into the night. Langdon spun in his seat and watched as his cell phone cartwheeled and splintered into pieces on the pavage behind them. Why did you do thatOff the grid, Katherine said, her eyes grave. This pyramid is our only hope of finding my brother, and I have no intention of permit the CIA distract it from us.In the front seat, Omar Amirana bobbed his head and hummed along with his music. Tonight had been slow, and he felt blessed to finally have a fare. His cab was just passing Stanton Park, when the familiar voice of his company dispatcher crackled over the radio.This is Dispatch. All vehicles in the area of the National Mall. We have just received a bulletin from government authorities regarding two fugitives in the area of the Adams Building . . .Omar listened in amazement as Dispatch described the precise parallel in his cab. He stole an uneasy glance in his rearview mirror. Omar had to admit, the lofty guy did look familiar som ehow. Did I see him on Americas roughly Wanted?Gingerly, Omar reached for his radio handset. Dispatch? he said, speaking piano into the transceiver. This is cab one-three-four. The two people you asked aboutthey are in my cab . . . right now.Dispatch immediately advised Omar what to do. Omars hands were trembling as he called the phone number Dispatch had given him. The voice that answered was tight and efficient, like that of a soldier.This is factor turner Simkins, CIA field ops. Who is this?Um . . . Im the taxi driver? Omar said. I was told to call about the twoAre the fugitives currently in your vehicle? Answer only yes or no.Yes.Can they hear this talk? Yes or no? No. The slider isWhere are you taking them?Northwest on Massachusetts.Specific destination?They didnt say.The agent hesitated. Is the male passenger carrying a leather bag?Omar glanced in the rearview mirror, and his eyes went wide. Yes That bag doesnt have explosives or anything inListen carefully, the agent sai d. You are in no hazard so long as you follow my directions exactly. Is that clear?Yes, sir.What is your name?Omar, he said, breaking a sweat.Listen, Omar, the man said calmly. Youre doing great. I want you to drive as slowly as possible while I get my team out in front of you. Do you understand? Yes, sir.Also, is your cab equipped with an intercom system so you can communicate with them in the backseat?Yes, sir.Good. Heres what I want you to do.CHAPTER 74The jungle, as it is known, is the centerpiece of the U.S. Botanic tend (USBG)Americas living museumlocated adjacent to the U.S. Capitol Building. Technically a rain forest, the Jungle is housed in a towering greenhouse, complete with soaring rubber trees, dog collar figs, and a canopy catwalk for more daring tourists.Normally, Warren Bellamy felt nurtured by the Jungles earthy smells and the sunlight glinting through the mist that filtered down from the vapor nozzles in the nut case ceiling. Tonight, however, lit only by moon light, the Jungle terrify him. He was sweating profusely, writhing against the cramps that now stabbed at his arms, still pinned painfully behind him.Director Sato paced before him, puffing calmly on her poufthe equivalent of ecoterrorism in this carefully calibrated environment. Her face looked roughly demonic in the take-filled moonlight that streamed down through the glass ceiling overhead.So then, Sato continued, when you arrived at the Capitol tonight, and you discovered that I was already there . . . you made a decision. Rather than qualification your presence known to me, you descended quietly into the SBB, where, at great risk to yourself, you attacked Chief Anderson and myself, and you helped Langdon escape with the pyramid and capstone. She rubbed her shoulder. An evoke choice.A choice I would make again, Bellamy thought. Where is Peter? he demanded angrily.How would I know? Sato said.You seem to know everything else Bellamy fired back at her, making no attempt to hi de his suspicion that she was somehow behind all this. You knew to go to the Capitol Building. You knew to find Robert Langdon. And you even knew to X-ray Langdons bag to find the capstone. Obviously, soulfulness is giving you a lot of inside entropy. Sato laughed coldly and stepped closer to him. Mr. Bellamy, is that why you attacked me? Do you think Im the enemy? Do you think Im trying to steal your little pyramid? Sato took a drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke out of her nostrils. Listen carefully. No one understands better than I do the importance of keeping secrets. I believe, as you do, that there is certain selective information to which the masses should not be privy. Tonight, however, there are forces at tend that I fear you have not besides grasped. The man who kidnapped Peter Solomon holds enormous power . . . a power that you apparently have yet to realize. Believe me, he is a walking time bomb . . . receptive of initiating a series of events that will profou ndly change the world as you know it.I dont understand. Bellamy shifted on the bench, his arms aching in his handcuffs.You dont need to understand. You need to obey. Right now, my only hope of averting a study disaster is to cooperate with this man . . . and to give him exactly what he wants. Which means, you are leaving to call Mr. Langdon and tell him to turn himself in, along with the pyramid and capstone. Once Langdon is in my custody, he will decrypt the pyramids inscription, obtain whatever information this man is demanding, and provide him with exactly what he wants.The location of the spiral stairway that leads to the Ancient Mysteries? I cant do that. Ive taken vows of secrecy.Sato erupted. I dont give a damn what youve vowed, I will throw you in prison so fastThreaten me all you like, Bellamy said defiantly. I will not help you.Sato took a deep breath and spoke now in a fearsome whisper. Mr. Bellamy, you have no idea whats really sacking on tonight, do you?The tense sil ence hung for several seconds, finally lowly by the sound of Satos phone. She plunged her hand into her pocket and eagerly snatched it out. Talk to me, she answered, audience carefully to the reply. Where is their taxi now? How long? Okay, good. Bring them to the U.S. Botanic Garden. emolument entrance. And make sure you get me that god-damn pyramid and capstone.Sato hung up and turned back to Bellamy with a smug smile. Well then . . . it seems youre fast outliving your usefulness.CHAPTER 75Robert Langdon stared blankly into space, feeling too tired to urge the slow-moving taxi driver to pick up the pace. Beside him, Katherine had fallen silent, too, looking frustrated by their lack of understanding of what made the pyramid so special. They had again been through everything they knew about the pyramid, the capstone, and the evenings strange events they still had no ideas as to how this pyramid could possibly be considered a map to anything at all.Jeova Sanctus Unus? The secret hi des within The Order?Their mysterious contact had promised them answers if they could meet him at a specific place. A resort in Rome, north of the Tiber. Langdon knew the forefathers new Rome had been renamed Washington early in her history, and yet vestiges of their original dream remained the Tibers waters still flowed into the Potomac senators still convened beneath a replica of St. Peters dome and Vulcan and Minerva still watched over the Rotundas long-extinguished flame.The answers sought by Langdon and Katherine were apparently waiting for them just a few miles ahead. Northwest on Massachusetts Avenue. Their destination was indeed a refuge . . . north of Washingtons Tiber Creek. Langdon wished the driver would speed up.Abruptly, Katherine jolted upright in her seat, as if she had made a sudden realization. Oh my God, Robert She turned to him, her face going white. She hesitated a moment and then spoke emphatically. Were going the wrong wayNo, this is right, Langdon countered. Its northwest on MassachuNo I mean were going to the wrong placeLangdon was mystified. He had already told Katherine how he knew what location was being described by the mysterious caller. It contains ten stones from Mount Sinai, one from heaven itself, and one with the visage of Lukes dark father. nevertheless one building on earth could make those claims. And that was exactly where this taxi was headed.Katherine, Im certain the location is correct.No she shouted. We dont need to go there anymore. I figured out the pyramid and capstone I know what this is all aboutLangdon was amazed. You understand it?Yes We have to go to exemption gist or elseNow Langdon was lost. Freedom Plaza, although nearby, seemed totally irrelevant.Jeova Sanctus Unus Katherine said. The One True God of the Hebrews. The sacred symbol of the Hebrews is the Jewish starthe mold of Solomonan important symbol to the Masons She fished a horse bill out of her pocket. Give me your pen. Bewildered, Langdon pulle d a pen from his jacket. come out. She facing pages the bill out on her thigh and took his pen, pointing to the spectacular Seal on the back. If you superimpose Solomons seal on the Great Seal of the United States . . . She drew the symbol of a Jewish star precisely over the pyramid. take in what you getLangdon looked down at the bill and then back at Katherine as if she were mad.Robert, look more closely Dont you see what Im pointing at?He glanced back at the drawing.What in the world is she getting at? Langdon had seen this two-bagger before. It was popular among conspiracy theorists as proof that the Masons held secret influence over our early nation. When the six-pointed star was laid perfectly over the Great Seal of the United States, the stars top vertex fit perfectly over the masonic all-seeing eye . . . and, quite eerily, the other five vertices clearly pointed to the letters M-A-S-O-N.Katherine, thats just a coincidence, and I still dont see how it has anything to do wi th Freedom Plaza.Look again she said, sounding almost angry now. Youre not looking where I am pointing Right there. Dont you see it?An instant later, Langdon saw it.CIA field-operations leader Turner Simkins stood outside the Adams Building and pressed his cell phone tightly to his ear, mental strain to hear the conversation now taking place in the back of the taxi. Something just happened. His team was about to board the modified Sikorsky UH-60 helicopter to head northwest and set up a roadblock, but now it seemed the situation had suddenly changed.Seconds ago, Katherine Solomon had begun insisting they were going to the wrong destination. Her explanationsomething about the dollar bill and Jewish starsmade no sense to the team leader, nor, apparently, to Robert Langdon. At least at first. Now, however, Langdon seemed to have grasped her meaning.My God, youre right Langdon blurted. I didnt see it in the beginningSuddenly Simkins could hear someone banging on the drivers divider, a nd then it slid open. transmute of plans, Katherine shouted to the driver. Take us to Freedom PlazaFreedom Plaza? the cabbie said, sounding nervous. Not northwest on Massachusetts?Forget that Katherine shouted. Freedom Plaza Go left here Here HEREAgent Simkins heard the cab screeching around a corner. Katherine was talking excitedly again to Langdon, saying something about the famous bronze cast of the Great Seal embedded in the plaza.Maam, just to confirm, the cabbies voice interjected, sounding tense. Were going to Freedom Plazaon the corner of Pennsylvania and Thirteenth?Yes Katherine said. hurryIts very close. Two minutes.Simkins smiled. Nicely done, Omar. As he dashed toward the tick over helicopter, he shouted to his team. Weve got them Freedom Plaza Move