At the ski lodge. I saw a bunch of pizza boxes in the lobby the last time I was here. If whoever's been squatting here can get their hands on pizza, I figured coffee wouldn't be too much of a stretch for them either.
[Goes to show you what optimism gets you. Lampkin Lane's the only other place he can think of that might have coffee, but he crosses that possibility off pretty damn quickly. He's just as keen about going to that street as Quentin is about going to the preschool — or about going to the cabin.]
I didn't find any, but check this out:
[The next message is a picture of what looks like a modified flashbang grenade. A trail of exposed wiring — half-buried in a small mound of snow — connects the grenade to the side panel of a deactivated generator.]
What do you think? It looks like one of Leon's, right?
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[Goes to show you what optimism gets you. Lampkin Lane's the only other place he can think of that might have coffee, but he crosses that possibility off pretty damn quickly. He's just as keen about going to that street as Quentin is about going to the preschool — or about going to the cabin.]
I didn't find any, but check this out:
[The next message is a picture of what looks like a modified flashbang grenade. A trail of exposed wiring — half-buried in a small mound of snow — connects the grenade to the side panel of a deactivated generator.]
What do you think? It looks like one of Leon's, right?