Chapter Twenty-Five
Chazz C., alone, drove into the parking structure, and he turned off his engine. With grit he retrieved his cell phone, and he Tweeted, 'I'm streaming this s**t. Pass the word. #1miconly'
His phone could broadcast anything to the web in real time, and he initiated the live feed.
“Hey everybody. This is Planet Chazz. And f**k it. I'm doin' it all for you guys anyway. For you, not me. So, enjoy this pirate gangsta shit.”
He slid the phone into his lapel pocket, with the camera's eye faced outward. Off into the parking structure he hunted for an elevator.
“Let's see if we can inflict some real damage? It's gonna be a long program, so I suggest grab your beer and whatever it is you do, right now. Before this s**t gets real.” His finger poked for the elevator, and he wa
