Musee du Louvre, Paris
10:46 at night
The museum's renowned curator, Jack Sauniere, rushed across the approaching aisle of the gallery.
The museum's largest, it rushed towards the nearest painting he could see, that of Carr Avago, and then it ripped out its golden frame, and 76-year-old Sauniere pulled up the masterpiece with all its might and pulled it towards it until it tore apart and broke from the wall, and then it retreated and fell. Putting it under the canvass.
As he had predicted, the iron gate fell near him, making a sound like a thunderclap
So it slammed the entrance to the wing, violently shaking the wooden floor, and then sounding a whistle.
For a moment, he is sucking in the values and panting and trying to catch his breath while still like an idol. No.
I'm still alive. He crawled out from under the canvas and peered into the space, trying to find a place to hide.
His body was chilled by the sound it had made from so close to it. I have a hearing that the values are going down on his knees and on his knees and turning.
His head is slow. Just fifteen feet 450 centimetres away, outside the locked gate, his assailant's huge imagination stared through the iron bars. He was a big, long, skinny guy.
Pale as ghosts, light white hair, two pink bees, two red, black owens, pulled the leper out of his coat a gun and pointed his cylinders straight through the bars at the values.
You shouldn't have run. His accent was not easy to identify. "Now tell me where he is. He's already gone and I told you." Values swirled as he knelt his relics of power on the floor of the showroom
". Tilly, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Kanp ". The man stared at it, just leeching about without moving, except in the flash.
"Faint as his gazed eyes. When he heard what the man had said, he sensed the values of a rush of adrenaline in his body. How...
Has he known that?
Aaliya will return to the True Guardians we intend to catch his luck. Now tell me it's hidden.
"Is this secret so valuable that you would sacrifice your tricks for it? Sauniere can no longer detect.
The man turned his chair, complete the barrel of his pistol, and Sauniere raised his hands in defense and said,
Tartar duck, first you ask what you want to know, carefully and carefully evaluate the values in his next words. And every time he'd hoped it wouldn't hurt, he'd never use it.
When he had finished speaking the values, he scolded his attacker maliciously, and that was exactly what he said to me
The others.
Back and back... The others?
I found them too, the big guy bragged, the other three had me.
You just said it.
Instant! The identity of real values and that of his three assistants was almost sacrosanct.
Equally sacred is the ancient secret they protect. Sauniere now realized that his assistants had followed the firm measures taken in this case and told the same lie before they were killed. That was part of protocol.
When she dies, I'll be the only one to know.
For a fact.
Truth. For a moment, I understand the values of the real horror that lies behind this.
The posture. If you die, the truth will be lost forever. Values rushed instinctively, creeping, trying to swoop, the sound of the gun sounded, and sensed the values with the heat of a whiff of bullet lodged in me.
His stomach, and so forth... As a mum he was squeezing, Sauniere bounced over the bars and looked at his attacker
That's when the guy was dispersing a casing bullet to Sauniere's head.
Sauniere shone his eyes, and his thoughts went in a whirlwind of fear and remorse.
A crackling echo from an empty room across the corridor quickly opened his eyes. He looked at me like that.
Guy to his gun like he was having fun, and they shot another shot, but he's still...
That sounded like he was rethinking what he was going to do and said calmly, looking at Sauniere's abdomen, with an empty smile." My work is done here.
He looked down and saw the perforation the bullet had caused in his linen shirt.
White. It was framed by a small circle of blood a few inches down from his rib cage. With me... The bullet mercilessly missed his heart. As an old warrior, involved in the butcher's war, he has seen values before this dreadful kind of slow death He will live for fifteen minutes as acid from his stomach hurries into his rib cage, slowly poisoning his body from the inside
The man said to him, "Sir, pain's a good thing," and he went.
Alone now, Jack Sauniere looked away again, staring at the iron gate.
The doorman may not invade again for at least 20 minutes, and by the time anyone gets to him, he will be dead. Even so, the fear that now dominated him was much greater.
From his fear of death.
I have to pass on the secret.
As he tries to stagger, imagine his three fellow members Say, then think
By the generations before you... With a mission for which they all were entrusted, an unbroken chain of knowledge
Suddenly, despite all the warnings and the responsibility placed on him... It was Jack.
Sauniere is the only remaining link, the only guardian of one of the strongest and greatest secrets ever kept
Jack tried to stand on his feet, trembling. I have to find a way to stop this.
He was locked inside the Gallery and only one person could pass the torch to him.
Sauniere gazed up into the walls of his luxurious prison, adorned by a collection of the world's most famous paintings that seemed to smile as a valued friend, even though he was wriggling at the mother, gathering all his strength and stamina. THE DANGEROUS MISSION
That could take every second of his life.
