There are not many who qualify for the Coulter Implementer network. Not more than three, actually, have ever been known who possessed the rare qualities of stamina, resourcefulness, tactical brilliance and political idiocy to even want to join this elite corps. Coulter knew one was out for the count in the scrub brush alongside the manicured lawns of Silvermind. And she knew from the sounds relayed from his lapel camera that he had not gone down lightly. She had no choice. Jake was on the move, and she knew the Code was at risk. It was time to call in reserves. She dashed off another heated, neurotic text message using her bony thumbs, and dispatched it with a click to a remote area code in Montana. SHe paused briefly, staring satanically into the pale light from her laptop. If they ever break that code, I'm done for! DONE FOR!!! Her tortured thoughts screamed inside her bony, scrawny skull, and the green evil within her glittered and splashed out into the world through narrowed eyes. She would not allow it!!