To avoid being spotted or recognized, Dylan couldn't leave in his work clothes. He changed into a black tracksuit and put on a face mask and cap. With ten points in {vitality} stat, he had more stamina than the greatest marathon athletes in the world, so he left his car behind and went on a jog.
With Zerachial as the guide, all Dylan had to do was keep running. He followed Belmont Avenue out of the city, heading northwest toward the Cook County Forest Preserve.
Dylan then took a less-traveled back road, West Higgins Road, which led him past an old, abandoned truck stop—a known dumping ground for bodies in past gang violence cases. From there, he turned onto a dirt trail used mostly by hunters and illegal dumpers
Thud!
Dylan's feet planted on the ground and he stopped abruptly. His nostrils twitched as he glanced in a certain direction with his eyes narrowed.
