17:49:54: Package picked up by Travis Walthall
17:49:55: Ignoracious Buttafucco steadily took aim from a second story window as Travis Walthall ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Ignoracious Buttafucco inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Travis Walthall resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
18:03:53: Travis Walthall 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 Travis Walthall smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Travis Walthall 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 Travis Walthall's adrenaline. Blaylock Samson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Travis Walthall. "Not today, my friend." Travis Walthall twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Blaylock Samson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
19:22:26: Package delivered by Travis Walthall for $40,000