Attempting to get through the great metal train gates was a fool's errand for a fool's time, and climbing the wall in his condition and in armour was just asking for trouble. Handy had a simple, more eloquent solution and just found the nearest worker's entrance and a nearby metal pole. He jammed it into the locking bar of the door and rigorously applied his hammer until something broke. One of these days, he was going to learn how to handle locked doors with subtlety and care. Today was not going to be that day. He had worked up a worse cough by the time he was done.