Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the The Da Vinci Code

The sequel to the Da Vinci Code is coming out in the U.S. in the Summer of 2005. It's supposed to take place in Langley, Virginia and has something to do with Kryptos and the History of the U.S.

This is my little version of the book.

Rhoda Swenning strolled through the halls of the CIA headquarters gloomily. After two years of working for the CIA, she realized that her childish fantasy of being another version of 007 would probably not come true. For all the paperwork that I do at my desk all day, I may as well be a secretary thought Rhoda with disdain. The only great thing about her job was being addressed as "agent". Arriving at her little cubicle, she glanced at her watch: 5:10. She was early; the meeting didn't even start until 6. Sighing heavily again, she turned on the computer and went to get a cup of coffee. When she returned, she nearly dropped her drink in shock. What was on the computer was most unexpected. Rhoda Swenning ran to get a superior.

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Robert Langdon glanced uneasily into the rear view mirror of his tiny car. The black Mercedes with the blacked-out windows was still there. Damn thought Langdon. Perhaps he was being a bit too paranoid, but Robert Langdon was sure that he was being followed. The adventures he had had in the past two years had taught him a lot. The car had been hanging around his house since morning and had followed when he left for Harvard. In his small Toyota, Langdon jumped as the car behind him honked loudly. Green light. Langdon checked his watch; Mickey's hands showed the time: 7:15. His first class was at 8:00, Langdon had plenty of time to kill. Casually, Langdon changed lanes and made a sharp left on Kingston Avenue. Heart racing, he looked back again: the Mercedes was cruising comfortably behind him. Cursing quietly, he guided his car onto the shortcut to Harvard. The Mercedes followed. The sooner he was in a public place, the better, Langdon decided.

On the way to Harvard, Langdon was so distracted that he nearly crashed two times and almost ran a kid that he recognized as one of his own students over. Well, I'll be expecting a bit more parent complaints than usual thought Langdon dryly. Rushing into his usual parking spot, tires screeching, Langdon hurried out of his car in time to see the black Mercedes stop across the street. Two buff-looking men wearing suits and sunglasses walked out towards him, and Landon caught sight of a lump around the waists of one of the men. Langdon began to walk quickly, increasing his speed to an almost-jog when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He had almost made it to Harvard's ivory doorway when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder…

"Sweet Mother of Jesus!" yelled Langdon; he whirled around to see the two men that had been trailing him. One of the men reached down a hand into his jacket. Good God, they're going to shoot me right here Langdon thought. He gulped and prepared to scream as the man brought out a black object…a wallet. The man flashed his ID into Langdon's face:

"Agents Crighter and Matthews from the Central Intelligence Agency, Mr. Langdon. I think you might want to come with us."

Langdon felt relief flood through him, followed almost instantly by wariness and anxiety. The CIA?

As if reading his mind, one of the men handed him a piece of paper. Langdon cautiously took the page and looked at it.

"HOLY—" exclaimed Langdon, it was impossible.

Agent Matthews nodded. "Exactly what we think Mr. Langdon. Exactly what we think."