Angels and Demons

Me: Ok everyone hears chapter 6 hope you like
Hikari shadowcat: yea
Me: Anywas here's some character info for you all.
Character information on who's appeared so far.
Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....
Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist
Arthur Hawkins: The leader of CERN, also a physicist
Yami Motou: A Symbologist, teacher, one of the main characters
????: Dark character, leader of the brotherhood, Janus
Rex Raptor: The airplane pilot
Espa Roba: Sentry
(OTHERS WILL APPEAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)
Hikari shadowcat: Anyways rated r for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also I forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else I add to the story.
Me: anyways we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no sueing

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Chapter 6
Sixty-four minutes had passed when an incredulous and slightly air sick Yami Motou stepped down the gang-plank onto the sun drenched runway. A crisp breeze rustled the lapels of his white vest. The open space felt wonderful. He squinted out at the lush green valley rising to snowcapped peaks all around him.
I'm dreaming, he told himself. Any minute now I'll be waking up.
"Welcome to switzerland," Rex said, yelling over the roar of the x-33's misted-fueled HEDM engines winding down behind them.
Motou checked his watch. It read 7:07 A.M.
"You just crossed six time zones" Rex offered. "It's a little past 1 P.M here."
Motou reset his watch.
"How do you feel?"
He rubbed his stomach. "Like I've been eating styrofoam."
Rex nodded. "Altitude sickness. We were at sixty thousand feet. You're thirty percent lighter up there. Lucky we only did a puddle jump. If we'd gone to Tokyo I'd have taken her all the way up--a hundred miles. Now that'll get your insides rolling."
Motou gave a wan nod and counted himself lucky. All things considered, the flight had been remarkably ordinary. Aside from a bone-crushing acceleration during takeoff, the plane's motior had been fairly typical-occasional minor turbulence, a few pressure changes as they'd climbed, but nothing at all to suggest they had been hurtling through space at the mind-numbing speed of 11,000 miles per hour.
A hanful of technicians scurried onto the runway to tend to the x-33. Rex escourted Motou to a black Peugeot sedan in the parking area beside the control tower. Moments later they were speeding down a paved road that stretched out across the valley floor. A faint cluster of buildings rose in the distance. Outside, the grassy plains tore by in a blur.
Motou watched in disbelief as the pilot pushed the speedometer up around 170 kilometers an hour--over 100 miles per h Wha What is it with this guy and speed? he wondered.
"Five kilometers to the lab," Rex said. "I'll have you there in two minutes"
Motou searched in vain for a seat belt. Why not make it three and get us there alive?
The car raced on.
"Do you like Reba?" Rex asked, jamming a cassette into the tape deck.
A women started singing. "It's just the fear of being alone....."
No fear here, Motou thought absently. His female colleagues often ribbed him that his collection of museum quality artifacts was nothing more than a transparent attempt to fill an empty home, a home they insisted would benefit greatly from the presence of a woman. Motou always laughed it off, reminding them he already had three loves in his life--symbology, water polo, and bacherlorhood--the latter beging a freedom that enable him to travel the world, sleep as late as he wanted, and enjoy quiet nights at home with a brandy and od bod book.
"We're like a small city" Rex said, pulling Motou from his daydream. "Not just labs. We've got supermarkets, a hospital, evena a cinema."
Motou nodded blankly and looked out at the sprawling expanse of buildings rising before them.
"In fact," Rex added, "We possess the largest machine on earth."
"Really?" Motou scanned the country side.
"You won't see it out there, sir" Rex smiled. "It's buried six stories below the earth."
Motou didn't have time to ask. Without warning the Pilot jammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a stop outside a reinforced Sentry booth.
Motou read the sign before them. Securite. Arretez. He suddenly felt a wave of panic, realizing where he was. "My God! I didn't bring my passport!"
"Passports are unnecessary," Rex assured. "We have a standing arrangement with the swiss government."
Motou watched dumbfounded as his driver gave the guard and ID. The Sentry ran it through an electonic authentication device. The machine flashed green.
"Passenger name?"
"Yami Motou," Rex replied
"Guest of?"
"The director."
Espa arched his eyebrows. He turned and checked a computer printout, verifying it against the data on his computer screen. Then he returned to the window. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Motou."
The car shot off again, accelertating another 200 yeards around a sweeping rotary that led to the facility's main entrance. Looming before them was a retangular, ultra modern structure of glass and steel. Motou was amazed by the building's striking transparent design. He had always had a fond love of architecture.
"The Glass Cathedral," Rex offered.
"A church?"
"Hell no. A church is the one thing we don't have. Physics is the religion around here. Use the Lord's name in vain all you like," he laughed, "just don't slander any quarks or mesons."
Motou sat bewildered as the driver swung the car around and brought it to a stop infront of the galss building. Quarks and Mesons? No border control? Mach 15 jets? Who the hell are these guys? The engraved granite slab infront of the building bore the answer:
(cern)
Conseil Europeen pour la
Researche Nucleaire
"Nuclear Research?" Motou asked, fairly certain his translation was correct.
Rex did not answer. He was leaning forward, busily adjustiing the car's cassette player. "This is your stop. The director will meet you at this entrance."
Motou noted a man in a wheel chair exiting the building. He looked to be in his early sixites. Gaunt and totally bald with a sternly set ja, he wore a white lab coat and dress shoes propped firmly on the wheelchair's footrest. Even at a distance his eyes looked lifeless--like two gray stones.
"Is that him?" Motou asked.
Rex looked "Wel"Well, I'll be." He turned and gave Motou an ominous smile. "Speak of the devil."
Uncertain what to expect, Motou stepped from the vehicle.
The man in the wheelchair accelerated toward Motou and offered a clammy hand. "Mr. Motou? we spoke on the phone. My name is Arthur Hawkins."

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Me: Well how was this chapter?
Hikari shadowcat: Well enjoy aganin sorry about the cliffy.