22:38:43: Package picked up by Leroy Palestine
22:38:44: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. Blaylock Samson 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. Leroy Palestine ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. Leroy Palestine almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Blaylock Samson's trap. Frantic, Leroy Palestine activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, Leroy Palestine hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As Blaylock Samson manically runs after Leroy Palestine firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Leroy Palestine's grenades, losing a leg. Leroy Palestine continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
22:52:48: Someone once told Column McClowed the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Leroy Palestine got one over on Column McClowed once before. So definitely, for Column McClowed, that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. Column McClowed stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. Column McClowed see's Leroy Palestine running hurriedly down the street. Column McClowed takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. Column McClowed ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. Leroy Palestine doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that Column McClowed did not see before. Column McClowed takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Leroy Palestine escaping with the package still in tow far down the road. Don't worry. The Intergalactic Postal Service has excellent health coverage for limb replacement.
22:53:43: The smell of Leroy Palestine's completely immolated ship flares up Column McClowed's nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from Column McClowed's bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. Column McClowed continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
23:00:40: Column McClowed 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 Column McClowed smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Column McClowed 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 Column McClowed's adrenaline. Mac Nielson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Column McClowed. "Not today, my friend." Column McClowed twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Mac Nielson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
23:05:23: Someone once told L.R. Snipestress the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Column McClowed got one over on L.R. Snipestress once before. So definitely, for L.R. Snipestress, that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. L.R. Snipestress stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. L.R. Snipestress see's Column McClowed running hurriedly down the street. L.R. Snipestress takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. L.R. Snipestress ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. Column McClowed doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that L.R. Snipestress did not see before. L.R. Snipestress takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Column McClowed escaping with the package still in tow far down the road. Don't worry. The Intergalactic Postal Service has excellent health coverage for limb replacement.
23:05:28: L.R. Snipestress does not normally mourn death. L.R. Snipestress is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of L.R. Snipestress thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Column McClowed emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. Column McClowed dove, taking a shot mid-air. Column McClowed was not thinking about human connection, unlike L.R. Snipestress. This is arguably why L.R. Snipestress was shot in the gut. Column McClowed resumes their delivery, package in tow.
23:05:42: L.R. Snipestress shot a missile at Column McClowed and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with L.R. Snipestress.
23:07:00: L.R. Snipestress is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Leroy Palestine, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Leroy Palestine resumes delivery with the package.
23:25:15: Leroy Palestine is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Long Dread, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Long Dread resumes delivery with the package.
23:38:47: Package delivered by Long Dread for $180,000