Sloan blasted her with a volley of light. River Forest rolled through the glass door in a cascade of broken shards and skidded against the sidewalk. She writhed as the residue of Sloan's power sparkled across her chest, the mangled remnants of her golden armor in pieces around her. But her pained gurgles indicated she had not died, which presented a hitherto-unconsidered problem: Sloan had no clue where these Chicago chicks kept their gems.

(Chapter 37)