heaven and hell—"
"Exactly," Vittoria said. "He created everything in opposites. Symmetry. Perfect balance." She
turned back to Kohler. "Director, science claims the same thing as religion, that the Big Bang
created everything in the universe with an opposite."
"Including matter itself," Kohler whispered, as if to himself.
Vittoria nodded. "And when my father ran his experiment, sure enough, two kinds of matter
Langdon wondered what this meant.
Leonardo Vetra created matter’s opposite?
Kohler looked angry. "The substance you’re referring to only exists elsewhere in the universe.
Certainly not on earth. And possibly not even in our galaxy!"
"Exactly," Vittoria replied, "which is proof that the particles in these canisters had to be
Kohler’s face hardened. "Vittoria, surely you can’t be saying those canisters contain actual
"I am." She gazed proudly at the canisters. "Director, you are looking at the world’s first
specimens of antimatter."
Phase two, the Hassassin thought, striding into the darkened tunnel.
The torch in his hand was overkill. He knew that. But it was for effect. Effect was everything.
Fear, he had learned, was his ally. Fear cripples faster than any implement of war.
There was no mirror in the passage to admire his disguise, but he could sense from the shadow of
his billowing robe that he was perfect. Blending in was part of the plan… part of the depravity of
the plot. In his wildest dreams he had never imagined playing this part.
Two weeks ago, he would have considered the task awaiting him at the far end of this tunnel
impossible. A suicide mission.
Walking naked into a lion’s lair. But Janus had changed the definition of impossible.
The secrets Janus had shared with the Hassassin in the last two weeks had been numerous… this very
tunnel being one of them. Ancient, and yet still perfectly passable.
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