The Lost Symbol

Anderson shook his head. «The S in SBB doesn’t stand for Senate. It — »

«chief?» a guard called out in the distance. he came jogging up the hallway toward them, holding out a key. «sorry, sir, it took a few minutes. we couldn’t locate the main sbb key. this is a spare from an auxiliary box.»

«The original is missing?» Anderson said, sounding surprised.

«Probably lost,» the guard replied, arriving out of breath. «Nobody has requested access down here for ages.»

Anderson took the key. «No secondary key for SBB Thirteen?»

«Sorry, so far we’re not finding keys for any of the rooms in the SBB. MacDonald’s on it now.» The guard pulled out his radio and spoke into it. «Bob? I’m with the chief. Any additional info yet on the key for SBB Thirteen?»

The guard’s radio crackled, and a voice replied, «Actually, yeah. It’s strange. I’m seeing no entries since we computerized, but the hard logs indicate all the storage rooms in the SBB were cleaned out and abandoned more than twenty years ago. They’re now listed as unused space.» He paused. «All except for SBB Thirteen.»

Anderson grabbed the radio. «This is the chief. What do you mean, all except SBB Thirteen?»

«Well, sir,» the voice replied, «I’ve got a handwritten notation here that designates SBB Thirteen as ‘private.’ It was a long time ago, but it’s written and initialed by the Architect himself.»

The term Architect, Langdon knew, was not a reference to the man who had designed the Capitol, but rather to the man who ran it. Similar to a building manager, the man appointed as Architect of the Capitol was in charge of everything including maintenance, restoration, security, hiring personnel, and assigning offices.

«The strange thing. .» the voice on the radio said, «is that the Architect’s notation indicates that this ‘private space’ was set aside for the use of Peter Solomon.»

Langdon, Sato, and Anderson all exchanged startled looks.

«I’m guessing, sir,» the voice continued, «that Mr. Solomon has our primary key to the SBB as well as any keys to SBB Thirteen.»

Langdon could not believe his ears. Peter has a private room in the basement of the Capitol? He had always known Peter Solomon had secrets, but this was surprising even to Langdon.

«Okay,» Anderson said, clearly unamused. «We’re hoping to get access to SBB Thirteen specifically, so keep looking for a secondary key.»

«Will do, sir. We’re also working on the digital image that you requested — »

«Thank you,» Anderson interrupted, pressing the talk button and cutting him off. «That will be all. Send that file to Director Sato’s BlackBerry as soon as you have it.» «understood, sir.» the radio went silent.

Anderson handed the radio back to the guard in front of them.

The guard pulled out a photocopy of a blueprint and handed it to his chief. «Sir, the SBB is in gray, and we’ve notated with an X which room is SBB Thirteen, so it shouldn’t be hard to find. The area is quite small.»

Anderson thanked the guard and turned his focus to the blueprint as the young man hurried off. Langdon looked on, surprised to see the astonishing number of cubicles that made up the bizarre maze beneath the U.S. Capitol.

Anderson studied the blueprint for a moment, nodded, and then stuffed it into his pocket. Turning to the door marked SBB, he raised the key, but hesitated, looking uneasy about opening it. langdon felt similar misgivings; he had no idea what was behind this door, but he was quite certain that whatever solomon had hidden down here, he wanted to keep private. Very private.

Sato cleared her throat, and Anderson got the message. The chief took a deep breath, inserted the key, and tried to turn it. The key didn’t move. For a split second, Langdon felt hopeful the key was wrong. On the second try, though, the lock turned, and Anderson heaved the door open.

As the heavy door creaked outward, damp air rushed out into the corridor.

Langdon peered into the darkness but could see nothing at all.

«Professor,» Anderson said, glancing back at Langdon as he groped blindly for a light switch. «To answer your question, the S in SBB doesn’t stand for Senate. It stands for sub.

»

«Sub?» Langdon asked, puzzled.

Anderson nodded and flicked the switch just inside the door. A single bulb illuminated an alarmingly steep staircase descending into inky blackness. «SBB is the Capitol’s subbasement.»

CHAPTER 33

Systems security specialist mark zoubianis was sinking deeper into his futon and scowling at the information on his laptop screen.

What the hell kind of address is this?