Angels & Demons - Hassaan Bin Khalil
Angels & Demons - Hassaan Bin Khalil
Angels & Demons - Hassaan Bin Khalil
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24<br />
The security technician held his breath as his commander leaned over his shoulder, studying the bank<br />
of security monitors before them. A minute passed.<br />
The commander’s silence was to be expected, the technician told himself. The commander was a man<br />
of rigid protocol. He had not risen to command one of the world’s most elite security forces by talking<br />
first and thinking second.<br />
But what is he thinking?<br />
The object they were pondering on the monitor was a canister of some sort—a canister with<br />
transparent sides. That much was easy. It was the rest that was difficult.<br />
Inside the container, as if by some special effect, a small droplet of metallic liquid seemed to be<br />
floating in midair. The droplet appeared and disappeared in the robotic red blinking of a digital LED<br />
descending resolutely, making the technician’s skin crawl.<br />
“Can you lighten the contrast?” the commander asked, startling the technician.<br />
The technician heeded the instruction, and the image lightened somewhat. The commander leaned<br />
forward, squinting closer at something that had just come visible on the base of the container.<br />
The technician followed his commander’s gaze. Ever so faintly, printed next to the LED was an<br />
acronym. Four capital letters gleaming in the intermittent spurts of light.<br />
“Stay here,” the commander said. “Say nothing. I’ll handle this.”<br />
25<br />
Haz-Mat. Fifty meters below ground.<br />
Vittoria Vetra stumbled forward, almost falling into the retina scan. She sensed the American rushing<br />
to help her, holding her, supporting her weight. On the floor at her feet, her father’s eyeball stared up.<br />
She felt the air crushed from her lungs. They cut out his eye! Her world twisted. Kohler pressed close<br />
behind, speaking. Langdon guided her. As if in a dream, she found herself gazing into the retina scan.<br />
The mechanism beeped.<br />
The door slid open.<br />
Even with the terror of her father’s eye boring into her soul, Vittoria sensed an additional horror<br />
awaited inside. When she leveled her blurry gaze into the room, she confirmed the next chapter of the<br />
nightmare. Before her, the solitary recharging podium was empty.<br />
The canister was gone. They had cut out her father’s eye to steal it. The implications came too fast for<br />
her to fully comprehend. Everything had backfired. The specimen that was supposed to prove<br />
antimatter was a safe and viable energy source had been stolen. But nobody knew this specimen even<br />
existed! The truth, however, was undeniable. Someone had found out. Vittoria could not imagine who.<br />
Even Kohler, whom they said knew everything at CERN, clearly had no idea about the project.<br />
Her father was dead. Murdered for his genius.<br />
As the grief strafed her heart, a new emotion surged into Vittoria’s conscious. This one was far<br />
worse. Crushing. Stabbing at her. The emotion was guilt. Uncontrollable, relentless guilt. Vittoria knew<br />
it had been she who convinced her father to create the specimen. Against his better judgment. And he<br />
had been killed for it.<br />
A quarter of a gram…<br />
Like any technology—fire, gunpowder, the combustion engine—in the wrong hands, antimatter<br />
could be deadly. Very deadly. Antimatter was a lethal weapon. Potent, and unstoppable. Once removed<br />
from its recharging platform at CERN, the canister would count down inexorably. A runaway train.<br />
And when time ran out…<br />
A blinding light. The roar of thunder. Spontaneous incineration. Just the flash… and an empty crater.