It wasn't often that Dexter had the chance to [i]really[/i] open up the throttle. Usually there were swerves in the road, or obstacles like people or vehicles or buildings or trees or [i]whatever[/i] that made going fast as dangerous as it was exhilarating. He had elected to leave his car, lest he run the risk of drawing any more attention than necessary- it would be just his luck that some cop with nothing to do would drive past the access road and elect to either investigate or tow. Neither of which were particularly appealing. So he had decided to walk.

There was no where in town that Dexter couldn't make it to in half an hour or so, in theory. That was assuming he was staying within the town though. Here it was an open, straight road. So now he was running. It was so rare that he got to do that. Even the track field turned too much for comfort. It stressed his ankles and hurt his legs afterwards when he took those turns at speed. Here he was firing on all cylinders. In the few times he had visited the CoL gym run by the Ted and Cotton pair, they had clocked his maximum speed on the vehicle treadmill at a little over three hundred kilometers an hour in a full sprint, but that had been limiting. Between the dangers of being indoors at that speed and the fact that he was limited to a small treadmill, he couldn't totally gun it. When Dexter hit his stride, he traveled as [i]far[/i] as he was fast. Passing two hundred miles an hour, a single stride could carry him almost thirty feet. He [i]couldn't[/i] turn or stop like that, so enclosed spaces or areas with obstacles became death sentences. His acceleration capabilities rapidly outpaced his braking power. Pun fully intended.

Fortunately it was a clear day, and he could see Helen's car with enough warning to hit the brakes without hurting himself or his shoes. That being- letting himself slow down naturally. Dexter finally came to a stop by Doug and rested a hand on it to steady himself and catch his breath. Like a car, stopping and going frequently taxed him a lot more than a sustained run, but he still wanted to take a moment to ensure he didnt gas himself out before the tunnel run. He checked his watch. Five minutes and fifteen seconds to get out here, two and a half of that being spent just getting out of town. [i]'I could've run faster.'[/i], he realized. He was [i]getting[/i] faster. Dexter was clad in a simple work shirt with blue jeans and boots. Not at all the best running gear, but it would protect his feet and skin from whatever was in the water should he accidentally step in. He breathed, satisfied that he had caught up with himself, and approached the passenger window= which Helen rolled down so they could greet one another.

"Seems most of the group is here," he said, "Thanks for showing up. No way we're getting through that gate without Henry, though." he said, looking over to the access gate that had been dead bolted shut with a steel gate with bars two inches thick. Ramming it with the vehicle probably wouldnt even do the job.

[b]"Over here!"[/b] the giant called from above them, emerging from the woodland on the other side of the road's hill, and easing himself down the hill's incline. Henry, like Dexter, had walked. Unlike Dexter his trip had been something akin to half an hour, although far less stress had been placed on obstacles and terrain. For lack of better wording, Henry was an all terrain vehicle. His shirt was about the only thing not mussed in some way. The bottoms of his pants were wet, likely from wading through a stream or two, and his feet were dirty. He hadn't even worn shoes, but then again he never did. The bottoms of his feet were as tough as Kevlar and three times the thickness. How he had navigated here through the woodland would be nothing short of a miracle to anyone else, but with his nose all he had to do was follow the scent of Helen's weed and sewage. Even if there were plenty of other places around that had one of those things, nowhere within his sensory range had [i]both[/i].

[b]"Sorry for the wait."[/b] He said, knocking on the tail of the car with two light [i]thuds[/i]. [b]"I'm going to get to work, just come on through when everyone else is here."[/b]

The giant moved past the car, and gingerly slid down the cement incline to the floor of the access point. His leg had healed nicely, essentially good as new, but he wasn't quite willing to let it alone break his fall yet. He was too big, any uncontrolled fall could be bad. There were a few empty plastic bottles here and there, and some broken glass that was off on the other side, but not much else of note. He approached the gate and placed his hands between the bars, giving it a gentle shake to gauge the strength of the structure.

The whole entrance was protected by the gate but there was a door, about human sized, that was installed to allow easy entrance and access that was locked via a deadbolt and some sort of mechanical lock. It would be a lot easier to attack that weakness than it would be to try to tear the entire gate out of the structure- the rebar and steel was likely deeply embedded within the concrete and likely much stronger since it was protected from the elements. He repositioned, and lifted his foot to gauge distance, and when he was satisfied he delivered a swift shot to the door, approximately where the locking mechanism of the door was. The entire gate shuddered violently against his strength, the metal door warping into an aggressive concave and tearing the deadbolt out of the lock. The door was almost opened now, but with the deadbolt angled like this there was no way it could be opened unless he pried further. Fortunately, it was one piece of metal against two-thousand pounds of him.

Henry wrapped his hand around the deadbolt and half-curled, half-twisted the metal, which groaned under the immense stresses that it was never built to sustain. He grunted in exertion, but succeeded in tearing the deadbolt out of its bent metal lock. The door was fairly mangled now, half of its corner was scraping into the concrete. He huffed in frustration at this door's stubbornness, and delivered another, much angrier kick against it. The metal gate shook again, and the door finally relented as it was just about torn off its hinges and sent down the tunnel.

[b]"It's open!"[/b] Henry called out. The sewer was accessible now. For better or for worse.