Sam Fisher- Taking Magnum Round

As he landed, the door to the third car slid open. A man stood in the opening, a .357 Magnum leveled with Fisher's chest. They stood staring at one another for a few seconds. And then, from behind the man, a face appeared. It was Zhao. "Shoot him, you idiot! Shoot . . . !"

  Fisher knew there was nothing he could do; he was going to take a bullet. He was about to give his tac-suit's RhinoPlate a true-life test. Not wanting to give the man a chance to adjust his aim and go for a head shot, Fisher went for his pistol.

  The man fired. Fisher saw the muzzle flash, heard the blast, and felt a hammer-blow in the middle of his sternum. Even as he crashed backward into the door, he drew his pistol and shot the man in the throat. Behind him, Zhao dove to one side. Fisher adjusted aim and fired twice, but Zhao was gone.

  Fisher reached back, groped for the door handle, turned it. The door crashed inward. His pistol slipped from his hand and disappeared under the train. He sprawled onto the floor. He rolled over, crawled to the door, slammed it shut.

  The pain in his chest was crushing. He couldn't catch his breath; it felt as though an anvil was sitting on his chest. Still alive, though. RhinoHide had done its job.

- Checkmate, Chapter 60