The Lost Symbol Episode One, in which a Naperville blogger pays homage to Dan Brown's latest book

The towering fountains stood before her, a bewitching portal to what lay beyond. Many tourists had stood on this spot without realizing its mystical significance. That just behind was a glittering gateway to Naperville – the offices of the City Council.
Professor Hilary Langdon stopped to draw breath. She’d been running along the downtown streets in the rain for the past two days. Now darkness was falling she’d finally made it to the outer inner sanctum.
“Hey, wait for me!” She heard footsteps behind her. It was her noble assistant Grumpy – a tall good looking man with the mind of a nuclear physicist and the body of a Chippendale. He put them both down on the step before he spoke again.
“Are you sure this is the place?” he breathed, dodging a passing bullet.
“According to the ancient key it is,” she said.
She held up the strange black box she’d found at the bottom of a basket at the back of an electrical store several years before. The box had strange coloured symbols on one side.
“I told you, it’s just an old GPS,” hissed Grumpy, flicking back his long dark hair.
Although the door to the building was open, Langdon and her noble assistant hid in some nearby bushes for three hours until it was closed before trying to enter.
“I know there’s a secret door here somewhere,” said Langdon, wiping the sweat off her brow. These hot flashes were getting to be a real pain.
“Look!”
Beneath a paving stone, beneath a column, beneath a window, beneath a gargoyle of a hideous winged creature, Grumpy saw a glint of light.
“I’m not going down there,” he said. “I’ll get my shoes dirty.”
“I’ve told you already you should take your shoes off,” Langdon replied. “None of my assistants ever wear them.”
But just as the pair (of people, not shoes) were about to gain entry, they were stopped in their tracks by a terrifying noise. A noise so horrible it could only be mean one thing…….
(to be continued)