The bullet penetrated him.

The rain penetrated my raincoat.

The bullet penetrated his chest.

The bullet penetrated the partition.

A nail penetrated the car tyre.

The bullet penetrated his muscular chest.

The cold soon penetrated his quilted jacket.

The smell penetrated through the whole school.

I finally penetrated the meaning of the riddle.

Someone with active system knowledge penetrated our protocol.

The sunshine penetrated the thick leaves of the trees.

A Cylon agent penetrated your security, killing three people.

The bullet penetrated his chest, leaving him in critical condition.

And the baby's cry really penetrated me, as a mother.

It's possible that Andorian agents have penetrated the High Command.

A small rebel force has penetrated the shield and landed on Endor.

Has he penetrated to the Unseen, or has he taken a contract with (Allah) Most Gracious?

You can see the hole where the projectile penetrated, crossed the 22 cm solid concrete and blew out the other end

4.1 BYA Meanwhile, meteorites from the supernova penetrated the planet's atmosphere, delivering carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen into hot pools of water.

Hooked it up to my laptop, and within about five minutes he had penetrated the computer security system of a major Brazilian bank.

And not even the first day of Nurse Lara exchange angel from the sovjet union, penetrated her black dreams. There you are again. Hello.

Then, most of the explosion, the penetration of tungsten steel actually penetrated to the end there is no doubt and then hit this concrete block and continued

The matter being investigated is first... how a Cylon, penetrated Galactica's security system... and second, whether one of Galactica's crew members... aided and abetted this crime through... conspiracy and collusion with the Cylons.

I've done the scrutiny of market data, and I've found that, indeed, the washing machine has penetrated below the air line, and today there's an additional one billion people out there who live above the wash line.

And inside, in the artificial darkness of the parlour, into which only one thin jet of sunlight penetrated, the stranger, hungry we must suppose, and fearful, hidden in his uncomfortable hot wrappings, pored through his dark glasses upon his paper or chinked his dirty little bottles, and occasionally swore savagely at the boys, audible if invisible, outside the windows.

She is about to faint, but thankfully she is not wearing a scarf like the other girl who was almost strangled with it, or like the third girl who was penetrated with a knife, or like the 4th or the 5th girls who were kidnapped in cars but were able to jump out of them... or like the mother who was violated in front of her children.