so we broke into an old industrial site and snuck up behind the guard. he was leaned back in an old green leather chair staring at a porno magazine with his feet on a derelict office desk. cody says, "watch this," as he picks up an old piece of flexible wire off of the floor and tip toes up behind the guard and deftly slips the wire snugly over the guards neck
theres a certain hum in the air, this electricity thats giving me gooseflesh. "lets capture some images," cody says as he drops the wire and steps away from the chair. the guards body tilts back on the sweaty green leather then topples off to one side.
Cody picks up his polaroid camera and his eyes shine like diamonds.
"good thing i brought a hacksaw," he says after we've taken the above images. i shudder when i understand what he means. "things left undone have a way of returning unexpectedly."
after a while i wiped the sweat from my brow and stood back to admire what we had accomplished
|*story excerpted from Chad Flendersons' No Rest for the Wicked. Used with express permission from the author.|