Sloan dropped her gun and grabbed the wheel. The car righted while the Terminatrix popped out from the backseat with her silver revolver drawn and aimed at Sloan's back. Sloan commanded her charged gun to blast the Terminatrix in the gut. Light fired instantaneously and the Terminatrix formed a bubble around herself.

The light ricocheted into the sky. Sloan abandoned the steering wheel and let the car go where it pleased at nearly a hundred miles an hour down an icy road. She jump-kicked the bubble, bounced back, and flipped onto the hood. Creativity, creativity, she needed a way to get past Delaney's bubbles. She remembered the stupid image she had made of herself in the backyard. Even if it only distracted for a second—

(Chapter 25)