The Parasite | Eminem

19

A WARNING: Napalm is incredibly dangerous and easily ignitable by things out of the user's control. Obviously, do not attempt to make it.
Please note that what goes down in this chapter is in no way condoned. You're reading a story about a horrible character. I'm a writer, I'm here to deliver fiction and entertainment.

Napalm is an old-school explosive. Its first documented military use was in 1944. Allied bombers used napalm in incendiary bombs throughout the European and Pacific theaters during World War II.
It's not really used anymore.
Technically, it can still be used against military targets, but since the use against civilization populations was banned by the UN in 1980, traditional Napalm is no longer leveraged.
Modern versions have been invented, so true Napalm hasn't been used for a long time.

So, here's the thing about Napalm... it's terrifyingly easy to make and even more horrifically easy to ignite, making it insanely dangerous.
It's not a bomb, like Leah thought.
It's just a highly flammable substance.

"I can't believe we're going through with this. My adrenaline is going through the roof..." Leah sputters out, breaking off handful chunks of styrofoam and tossing them into the Factory Mutual approved safety can.
Styrofoam dissolving in the large metal can of gasoline, my apartment smells absolutely awful.
Don't worry, I bought a couple box fans and some incense to burn... ok, a lot of incense.
All my windows are open and we're both praying we don't pass out.

"You wanted to do it..." I mumble, as if our private debate of responsibility will matter in court if we're caught.

We won't get caught.
Unless you're a moron, you can get away with most things.
Even murder.
If you watched enough true crime, you'd be able to kill anyone and get away with it.
Think of watergate.
If President Nixon weren't so stupid, he would have gotten away with it.
First strike: hired his literal campaign workers to break into the NDC.
Second strike: held incriminating conversations in the literal Oval Office.
If you're smarter than President Nixon, you'll be just fine.
This is not a go-ahead, you idiot.

Napalm is made by dissolving enough styrofoam in gasoline until it physically can't take anymore.
You've got a cool fun fact.
Don't fucking use any of the information I give you, outside of showing off your intelligence at a dinner party.
Keep in mind that I'm an absolutely tyrannical human being.

"How fool-proof is this plan?" She asks, pausing her work for a moment to pull her tube top off.
I stare at her naked tits as she holds the small amount of fabric over her mouth and nose.

"I scoped out his building. There's at least a foot of concrete between each office. If we put just enough, it will devastate his office only and leave the rest unscathed."

"Is this what the wife wants?" she asks, voice slightly muffled.

"She told me if I can pull it off without raising any suspicion, she'll pay me two thousand in cash. We can split it." I tell her, stirring the napalm-to-be in the can.

"How can we blow up an office without raising suspicion you fucking jack-ass?" She scorns, eyebrows coming together in immense frustration.

"Just no suspicion towards her. We'll go in at eight, hide the can in the stairwell. The building doesn't officially close down till ten. Some will be working late, we'll have other suspects. We'll wear construction vests, act casual, then we can fill the floors, toss the match and book it down the stairs."

"That sounds incredibly stupid and ridiculous. What about the cameras?" She asks, raising a good point.
Except, I already got that dealt with.

"The napalm will deal with the cameras in his office. The stairwell doesn't have cameras. This leaves only the lobby, which isn't a problem anyways. There's what makes all this so golden... the stairwell leads directly outside since it's also the emergency exit... you know, for fires and explosions. No one will see us go in. No one will see us leave." I ramble to her.
It's all so perfect.
Never make a trap you can't get out of.
That applies to crime as well.