[Phone call]
Chicago was not less creepy! For me, anyway.
[he swerved around a group stopped, then sighed as he saw roads closed signs. And then he spotted the snowplow at the gas station next to him, with the man driving to park it next door, and then heading out offshift. Harry smiled.]
Good! Hang on!
[He swerved around traffic, over a divider, and into the parking lot, slowly. Pausing, he tossed his gun, his ammo, his knife and emergency kit into a bag, then locked the car and headed for the plow.]