The Da Vinci Code Novels & Stories

she said, smiling. I wrinkled my nose. “Does it show?” She laughed. “I’m Amber. It shows because only the newbies come in here looking bright and cheerful. I’ll take you back and show you where to get your security pass.” “Thank you. I’m Sade, by the way.” She nodded. “I know. I had you down for starting today.” “Ah, so you knew I was coming,” I joked. “Yes, and you do look way too chipper for a medical research specialist.”

he asked, looking confused. “The code was: 14IXIIIXV18. It was written on the last page of the diary and doesn’t seem suspicious. It just looks like an ordinary mixture of numbers and roman numerals. However, if you take a look at it carefully and convert all the numbers and numerals into the letters they stand for, it spells “NAMOR", which is the backwards spelling of “ROMAN". I think Roman has a hand in this,” I said, stopping in my tracks as I looked at him.

Lex was perplexed, a book? Lex drew the drawer compartment out completely. Books. He picked one of them. THE DAVINCI CODE. He skimmed through, his eyes twinkled at this new found discovery. Books. He picked another. THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY. Lex's senses were tingling. Hurriedly, he picked up five books, replaced the drawer compartment and went to his room. If mum asks what happened to the door, I'd tell her it was burglars. * * *

She whispered, “He’s baiting us.” Darius, silent until now, stepped forward. “Then maybe we take the bait.” They all turned to him. “You want to walk into his trap?” Julian asked. “No,” Darius said. “I want to build our own. Something he can’t resist.” Selene frowned. “You have five seconds before I call you insane.” Darius tapped on the console. A virtual simulation appeared, a glowing sphere of neural code, spiraling slowly. “This is the original Eden code. The one Circe never deployed.”

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

I couldn't waste this single opportunity to free Maya. For a little while, with Dante beside me, everything felt like it might be okay. I shook my head, jaw locked. “We can’t let them win, Dante. Find her.” He nodded once, a sharp, soldier-like gesture, and got to work. Dante worked fast, Faster than I’d ever seen him. Lines of code flickered across his screen as he chased the digital breadcrumbs embedded in the video file. Every so often he murmured something not to me, but to himself. It sounded like tiny victories marked by a quiet “Got you” or “Not so clever after all.”

For the second time that day everyone must have winced at the unfamiliar volume bouncing off the concrete walls. “Declan, everyone, quick! I’ve found the first code!” Then I scribbled C0A08383F down on the notepad. I primp my black curls in the mirror and apply a splash of make-up. Only then did I allow a glossy red-lipped smirk to cross my lips. The commotion as everyone runs to see me will make sure they don’t notice any screeches from my half-sized half-sister. Standing before the first huge silver vault my hair stands on end as I hear the first footsteps approaching. Time to be a legend.

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“True power isn’t killing. True power is controlling life and death. And now, the two of us will control this world.” Arthur Vance's Action Thousands of miles away, in Rome, Arthur Vance received the emergency message from David. One word, five letters: EVACUATE. It was the agreed-upon code, only to be used if David was captured or could no longer protect his family. Arthur immediately contacted Olivia in Bali. “Olivia, it’s Arthur. We have a major problem. David has been… deactivated. He sent the EVACUATE code.” Olivia, who was enjoying breakfast with Daniel, instantly froze. She knew how serious that password was. “The Architect?”

“Encrypted again. Triple layer.” I frown too. “Can you crack it?” He gives a small shrug. “Eventually.” “Or,” I say carefully, “we look at it differently.” He turns his head. “Differently how?” “Adrian’s obsessed with control, right? Every move he makes is about power. What if the code isn’t numbers or symbols, what if it’s names?” Damian pauses, looking at me like I just said something important. “Go on.” I lean over, scanning the random strings of letters. “These repeats — C, V, D. They could be initials. People he’s paying or blackmailing.”