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William Decker [ The Hessian ] (reclamation) wrote in bellumlogs,

Will searched (though not very thoroughly) the nearby cabinets, the benches, checking under things and behind doors in case there was something with tools or weapons hidden. He found nothing, not even when he made his way into what was probably the kitchen. Everything had been taken; what little was left wouldn't suffice to help him, or anybody else. Everything fresh had been taken; everything that would keep had been stolen. He did find a couple of knives in a drawer, but they were rusted.

"Same. We'll want to try next door." He paused in his speaking on the way out, thinking on Russell's strange manner of speech. It probably had something to do with his fable, but Will didn't remember anybody who spoke like a ... like a pirate, it sounded. He was tempted to ask if the kid was willing to say who, but resisted on the grounds that an equal trade would probably be exacted. And for all the Hessian's insistence that he go ahead and say it, share and spread the fear, Will had no desire to do so.

At the closed door, he tested the handle. Locked. They'd have to break in. There was a chance that people were behind this door, hoping to stay away from the chaos. But they were used to this. They could survive without some of their things. Probably.

"I'm gonna break this down. Stay clear. Be ready to move fast, or run." And, after only a cursory glance at Russel, he brought the bayonet up and smashed it into the door's edge to force it open.