Once in the yard, Walt raced toward the check point. It was hard to hold the distortion field around himself and his clothing.
The officer was now in the yard shouting.
"He can't get far!" someone called.
A moment later a car drew up to the check point. Walt would have to pass through the steel of the door to enter it unnoticed. Steel was difficult to penetrate, particularly difficult, if he remained invisible while doing it.
He succeeded.
He settled into the rear seat.
Blood vessels strained on his forehead.
Hurry! he thought.
The driver meshed the gears with a button just when he was wavering on the edge of visibility. An officer glanced into the car. Walt held his breath. The officer motioned the car on.