Inferno: (Robert Langdon Book 4)

insisted.
    “Then I’m imagining you’ve never seen … this ?” Sienna reached into the pocket and extracted a sleek metal object, which she set gently in Langdon’s hands.
    Langdon stared down at the object in utter bewilderment.
    “Do you know what this is?” Sienna asked.
    “No …” he stammered. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
    “Well, unfortunately, I do know what this is. And I’m fairly certain it’s the reason someone is trying to kill you.”

    Now pacing his private cubicle aboard The Mendacium , facilitator Knowlton felt an increasing disquiet as he considered the video he was supposed to share with the world tomorrow morning.
    I am the Shade?
    Rumors had circulated that this particular client had suffered a psychotic break over the last few months, but this video seemed to confirm those rumors beyond any doubt.
    Knowlton knew he had two choices. He could either prepare the video for delivery tomorrow as promised, or he could take it upstairs to the provost for a second opinion.
    I already know his opinion , Knowlton thought, having never witnessed the provost take any action other than the one promised a client. He’ll tell me to upload this video to the world, no questions asked … and he’ll be furious at me for asking.
    Knowlton returned his attention to the video, which he rewound to a particularly unsettling spot. He started the playback, and the eerily illuminated cavern reappeared accompanied by the sounds of lapping water. The humanoid shadow loomed on the dripping wall—a tall man with a long, birdlike beak.
    In a muffled voice, the deformed shadow spoke:
    These are the new Dark Ages.
    Centuries ago, Europe was in the depths of its own misery—the population huddled, starving, mired in sin and hopelessness. They were as a congested forest, suffocated by deadwood, awaiting God’s lightning strike—the spark that would finally ignite the fire that wouldrage across the land and clear the deadwood, once again bringing sunshine to the healthy roots.
    Culling is God’s Natural Order.
    Ask yourself, What followed the Black Death?
    We all know the answer.
    The Renaissance.
    Rebirth.
    It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth.
    To reach Paradise, man must pass through Inferno.
    This, the master taught us.
    And yet the silver-haired ignorant dares call me monster? Does she still not grasp the mathematics of the future? The horrors it will bring?
    I am the Shade.
    I am your salvation.
    And so I stand, deep within this cavern, gazing out across the lagoon that reflects no stars. Here in this sunken palace, Inferno smolders beneath the waters.
    Soon it will burst into flames.
    And when it does, nothing on earth will be able to stop it.

CHAPTER 11
    THE OBJECT IN Langdon’s hand felt surprisingly heavy for its size. Slender and smooth, the polished metal cylinder was about six inches long and rounded at both ends, like a miniature torpedo.
    “Before you handle that too roughly,” Sienna offered, “you may want to look at the other side.” She gave him a taut smile. “You say you’re a professor of symbols?”
    Langdon refocused on the tube, turning it in his hands until a bright red symbol rolled into view, emblazoned on its side.
    Instantly, his body tensed.
    As a student of iconography, Langdon knew that precious few images had the power to instill instantaneous fear in the human mind … but the symbol before him definitely made the list. His reaction was visceral and immediate; he placed the tube on the table and slid back his chair.
    Sienna nodded. “Yeah, that was my reaction, too.”
    The marking on the tube was a simple trilateral icon.

    This notorious symbol, Langdon had once read, was developed by Dow Chemical in the 1960s to replace an array of impotent warning graphics previously in use. Like all successful symbols, this one was simple, distinctive, and easy to reproduce. Cleverly conjuring associations with everything from crab pincers to ninja hurling knives, the modern “biohazard” symbol had become a global brand that conveyed danger in every language.
    “This little canister is a biotube,” Sienna said. “Used for transporting dangerous substances. We see these occasionally in the medical field. Inside is a foam sleeve into which you can insert a specimen tube for safe transport. In this case …” She pointed to the biohazard symbol. “I’m guessing a deadly chemical agent … or maybe a … virus?” She paused.“The first