Sloan barely had time to comprehend what the fuck Delaney was doing, because both mustache cop and fat partner pointed their guns and shouted FREEZE HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD in perfect unison. Sloan rammed her gun through the window and flung herself headlong down the side of the apartment complex.

Sorry, love! said Delaney's voice. Had to get you out that window. Remember, ignore the others, kill the Terminatrix. I'll help as best I can!

Sloan hit the roof of a police car and rolled forward to absorb the impact. She slid to a halt on the windshield, next to the baffled walkie-talkie cop. As he regained his senses and struggled with a holster strapped to his belt, Sloan decked him in the face and laid him flat in the snow.

(Chapter 19)