15:23:19: Package picked up by Jack Corbeau
15:23:20: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) is on a roll, carving a violent swathe through everything in their path when they enter a crossroads.  Dangerous territory.  A field of Space Bastards, but @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) lets loose a volley of grenades while igniting their rocket boots, soaring over the carnage below.  One failed attempt.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Each attempted theft of the package raises @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s adrenaline.  @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau).  "Not today, my friend."  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
16:01:12: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) misses their double-fisted pistol shots.   A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau).  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes delivery of their package.
17:01:09: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) does not normally mourn death.  @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) dove, taking a shot mid-air.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson).  This is arguably why @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) was shot in the gut.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
18:01:12: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco).  Luckily, @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) vaulted over it, only severing one foot.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
19:01:11: Someone once told @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) knows @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) has stolen one too many packages from them before, but brushes the sweat from their brow, banishing that memory.  The heaviness of the EK40 surface to air missile launcher is starting to wear on @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) but the time is almost here.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'s finger closes around the trigger loosely, causing the launcher to commence lock-on.  A small repetitive beep turns into a single tone, signaling the moment for action.  @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
19:23:26: Package delivered by Jack Corbeau for $100,000