Hookwolf- Bulletproof

I stopped as the two of them turned away.  The ‘paramedic’ a few feet from Stormtiger had bolted, and was drawing a gun as she ran toward the closest patch of darkness.  As she got close to her destination, still running, she turned on the spot and raised her gun to fire at Stormtiger and Hookwolf.  Hookwolf barely reacted as the bullets punched into his chest, and even that was just the inevitable force of being shot.
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“Handle her, Cricket,” Hookwolf spoke, pressing a hand against his collarbone where a bullet had struck him.
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Hookwolf dropped his hand to his side, and I saw how the bullet had penetrated skin, but had failed to get any further than the interlocking grid of metal that sat in place of Hookwolf’s muscle.  He smiled.  “I was hoping you wouldn’t answer.  It means we get to interrogate you.”

Hive, 7.8