Well that was great. At this rate they'd find absolutely nothing and then with Russell's luck they'd get mobbed and he would get pitchforked through the torso or something. It would be just like him to die in an embarrassing manner.
Nodding, Russell followed him out the door. On their short walk to the next house, he wondered what kind of person Will was to make him so formidable and scary, though he did remind him a little of Snake from Metal Gear Solid: older badass with nothing to lose--Focus, matey. He inwardly pouted at the voice in his head who also seemed to really enjoy screwing with his usual language of English and L337.
Mentally back in the present situation he simply said "Aye," and moved to the side so he was no longer directly behind Will, but out of the line of sight for anyone who might be hiding inside so it would appear that only one man was breaking in. He still hated Jim's ideas, but whatever kept them from getting killed, aye?