Chuwannah Dewe stepped gracefully and mysteriously out from behind the large and wrinkled suits who were known PAPAs. The aim of their icey blue Berettas never wavered from the Implementer's ribcage as she shashayed up to him, absentmindedly stroking Jake's firm posterior in passing (which at the moment it was not).

"Ah so!! The Coulter-beast hopes to terminate our friend while he is under the protection of Silvermined?" the svelte and curvaceous bimbo purred. "I am so sorry to interrupt your leedle mission. But we have other plans in mind for this man. You can tell your neurotic boney boss that she can look forward to her own doom. For you see--we intend to break the Women's Code. And when we have done that, you faux-feminine fuehrer will be the first to be broken in her turn."

The Implementer smiled, but his guts were making a rapid transformation to ice water. He knew this woman by reputation. What Chuwannah Dewe said she wanted to do, she did. And what she did she never did half way. You did not mess with what Chuwanna Dewe wanted.
He bowed his head in an acquiescent sign, and one of the PAPA men stepped forward in his large and wrinkled suit and relieved him of his silenced weapon. Then the man raised the gun and brought the butt down hard on the back of the Implementer's neck, and he crumpled into a dark night of his own.