No one saw it coming, in one swift movement a large, hulking shape had swept in and grabbed Rachel from behind, her gun arm was forced up and she felt her finger push against the trigger unconsciously. The bullet exploded out of the gun with a loud bang, it hurtled towards the ceiling and bounced back at speed, lodging itself into a floorboard by Langdon's left foot. Rachel knew immediately whoever was holding her was strong and considerably taller than her, she felt the gun being easily removed from her grip and heard the clunk as it hit the floor behind her.

"Put the keystone on the table." The captor spoke, the voice was deep masked with an accent she couldn't place, probably the result of moving from country to country. She tried to turn her head to look at Teabing but she couldn't move against her captor. She stared at Langdon, who was looking horrified in Teabing's direction.

"Put the keystone on the table." The deep voice repeated after Teabing showed no movement. Suddenly Rachel felt freezing cold metal on her skull and she knew immediately it was a gun, "Or I kill her."

Rachel felt a sudden drop in her stomach, they'd been telling the truth and now she was being held captive by Saunière's murderer. She wasn't scared, despite the gun, she was bitterly angry by the revelation and that she was now helpless. Rachel hated nothing more than feeling helpless, she was struggling to breath against her anger, and her fear of not being able to get herself out of the situation was taking over.

Teabing glanced at Rachel, she looked faint and it was no surprise, her captor was a great man, his skin and hair were white as snow and his eyes burnt as red as Hell's fire. He knew he had to act quickly, at least she believed them now; she may even prove useful in their quest. "Only the worthy find the Grail." Teabing spoke slowly and powerfully, but he pushed the keystone to the edge of the table, motioning for the giant man to come forth and take it.

He took the bait, he moved in two fluid steps to the table, clearly not fearing Teabing, what harm could an old cripple inflict upon a large man like himself? Teabing knew though that looks could be deceiving. Before the man had even laid hands on the keystone, Teabing had grabbed his crutch and brought it hard down against the man's thigh. He crumpled, as Teabing expected he would and Sophie rushed over, with strength Teabing would not have imagined her to have she lifted the head of the man buckled with the pain from his leg and brought it down against the floor. He fell unconscious with immediate effect.

"Only the worthy find the grail." Teabing whispered, he looked reflectively at the man for a moment before turning to Rémy, "Rémy, make yourself useful and find something to restrain this monster, well done my dear,"

Sophie nodded but did not say anything. She was looking at the man who had killed her Grandpere, she felt a hatred like which she had never before felt as she looked at him and she realized she was shaking.

"It's alright," The soft voice of Robert Langdon said, he was by her side now and Sophie felt relieved, for the second time this night to have him with her.

Sophie nodded and turned her attention to the unconscious man, Rémy had quickly retrieved rope and duct tape and was standing by, waiting to tie him. Teabing had lifted up the mans robe to reveal his thigh, there seemed to be a thin wire of metal with several sharp barbs wrapped tightly around the mans leg, dried blood flakes crusted onto it. The police officer, Rachel Ulliel was crouched down beside the man, her fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse, she looked terrified.

Of course that was understandable she'd just learnt a horrifying truth whilst being threatened by a giant albino. Sophie watched as Rachel's eyes travelled down the hulking body and stopped at the leg, a fresh horror swept over her face and it looked as though her eyes were welling with the shock.

"Just as I thought," Teabing was saying, "He's wearing a cilice."

"He punishes himself to feel the suffering Christ did," Langdon said, sounding bemused and disgusted.

"Take it off him," Rachel was saying, she reached for his legs and gently untied the cilice with trembling hands, "We need something to stem the bleeding, or he'll die of blood loss,"

"Good thinking my dear," Teabing said, like a proud father, "We may as well keep him alive, he may come in handy later, Rémy remove it and restrain him,"

"I'll remove it," Rachel said, "I know first aid, get me a towel,"

"Rémy, help her, my dear, you do believe us now?" Teabing asked, "And can I trust you will be coming with us?"

"Yes." Rachel said, taking a towel from Rémy and wrapping it around the man's leg. Teabing smiled, she had caught on quick, and she seemed to accept her fate had led her to this quest

.

Teabing nodded and turned to Langdon and Neveu, he could hear the rumble of the approaching police cars, he had already heard the thud from where they'd pulled down his gate; he'd make sure they compensated him for that later but now they had to get away before the police got there. "My friends, I believe are quest is about to begin,"