Sophie Neveu looked out her airplane window as the plane slowly descended onto the runway of Florence Airport. She kept replaying the moment in her head when she and Robert had kissed. Does Robert still care about me? Sophie wondered. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment…we were both tired…"

Her thoughts ended as the plane touched down and came to a complete standstill. She grabbed her carry-on bag and rushed out to the airport with all the other passengers.

Squinting in the bright airport lights, Sophie looked around. She saw a two families hugging and making a fuss, business men making a last-minute deal, and an elderly couple making a call on a cell phone, among many. But she couldn't see Robert.

All of the sudden, someone wrapped a strong arm around Sophie and covered her eyes. She began to yelp and struggle until she heard,

"I've missed you so much, Princess."

Sophie whirled around, "Robert!" she cried.

Robert, with a big grin on his face, enveloped Sophie in a giant hug. Sophie closed her eyes, all her anxieties fading away. They both were so lost in the moment; they didn't even realize how many people were staring.

When their hug finally broke, Robert looked at Sophie with joy in his eyes. "Sophie! You have no idea how much I've missed you! It seems like years, not a month since I've seen you last."

Sophie beamed, so happy he felt the same way. "I missed you a ton too, Robert."

Robert took her hand and began to walk. "The hotel sent a limo for us; we probably shouldn't keep the driver waiting."

"Robert, a limo!"

He laughed. "Don't get used to it too much, Princess. The hotel is paying for it."

Sophie smiled as she kept up with Robert's steady gait. Robert caught her eye and smiled. He brought her closer. "I've missed you so much, Sophie." He whispered, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

A young man was watching the couple from a distance. He was hidden; no one saw him. He noted, with much distaste, that the man the woman was hugging was Robert Langdon.

This young man's name was Adrian, and he had shaggy blond hair and very dark brown eyes, almost black. He had been called to serve a man called Janus years ago; an apprentice under his father, who was often known as the Hassassin.

But that man, Robert Langdon, had killed his father, when he was called to do a favor for the Illuminati. The Hassassin had told Adrian what he would have to do in case anything went wrong.

Now he was dead.

And Adrian wanted revenge.

It had taken Adrian almost a year to conjure up all information about Robert Langdon. Adrian knew all about the Vatican scandal that he was involved in. He was convinced that Robert Langdon knew too much. And that would have to change.

His father had been serving Janus, a person supposedly who knew much about the Catholic Church, its struggles, and the Illuminati. Adrian had done all he could to contact this Janus, but he could never find anything.

Langdon and his lady friend were now heading his way. Adrian fingered his gun that was hidden inside his pocket, but quickly dismissed the thought. The airport is too busy…too many witnesses.

Without another thought, he slipped back into the shadows.