shotgun to the chest

I lurched to the other side of the car and clawed at the door until it opened. When it did I saw a slightly smashed-up car in the middle of the street, idling with both doors open. Two men stalked toward us through the snow. One was holding what looked like a shotgun, and his partner had an automatic in either hand.
Murphy threw herself out of the car and darted to one side. It wasn't hard to figure out why-if she'd started shooting immediately, Molly would have been in the line of any return fire. Murphy moved swiftly, crouched as close to the ground as she could get, but to do so cost her a precious second.
The shotgun roared and spat fire.
The blast smashed Murphy to the ground like a blow from a sledgehammer.

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"Job's gonna get you killed one day, Bart," I said. "Maybe even right now." I called out, "Molly? How is she?"
Murphy's voice came back to me instead of Molly's. "I'm fine," she said. The words were clipped, as if she were in pain. "Vest stopped all but one of the balls, and that one isn't bad."
"Her arm is bleeding, Harry," Molly said, her voice shaking. "It's stopping, but I don't think there's anything else I can do."
"Murph, get back to the car. Stay warm."
"Like hell, Harry. I will-"
I completed the sentence for her. "-go into shock. Don't be stupid, Murph. I can't lug your unconscious body around and keep these guys under control."

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