14:42:36: Package picked up by Travis Walthall
14:42:37: Someone once told Blaylock Samson that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  Blaylock Samson knows Travis Walthall 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 Blaylock Samson but the time is almost here.  Travis Walthall's ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. Blaylock Samson'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.  Blaylock Samson is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting Blaylock Samson the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  Travis Walthall's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
14:52:30: Calto Fremis stumbles into their own trap:  a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Travis Walthall's destruction.  Instead Travis Walthall resumes on their way, Calto Fremis's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
14:52:33: Travis Walthall is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Calto Fremis, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers.  "Parcel transferred."  Calto Fremis resumes delivery with the package.
15:00:42: Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis's adrenaline.  Mac Nielson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Calto Fremis.  "Not today, my friend."  Calto Fremis twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Mac Nielson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
15:42:36: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $80,000