17:39:35: Package picked up by Durham Jones
17:39:36: @peepso_user_134(Durham Jones) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson).  Luckily, @peepso_user_134(Durham Jones) vaulted over it, only severing one foot.  @peepso_user_134(Durham Jones) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
18:00:20: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) after a failed package theft attempt.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) resumes on their way.
18:34:44: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry.  @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has taken the precaution of wrapping that entire entry-way with barbed wire.  The only issue with barbed wire in this day and age is that once spotted, it can be avoided.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire.  Limping, @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder.  As @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) manically runs after @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty)'s grenades, losing a leg.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
18:34:53: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stumbles into their own trap:  a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty)'s destruction.  Instead @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
18:35:12: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) 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_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty)'s ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
18:35:31: @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far.  @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty) is feeling good.  DAMN good.  Unfortunately that feeling is momentarily suspended as a shot rings out, severing a cable holding up a net full of 700 pounds of refuse with a sign that has "Eat My Fuck - Cheers, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)" scrawled on it in pink paint.  @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_134(Tharg The Mighty).  Fuck eaten.  Good job, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen).  "Parcel Transferred."  You have the package.  Now get that sucker to the finish line.
18:39:38: Package delivered by Jeff Colen for $120,000