11:46:42: Package picked up by David Liekefett
11:46:43: David Liekefett 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 David Liekefett smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  David Liekefett 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 David Liekefett's adrenaline.  Mac Nielson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of David Liekefett.  "Not today, my friend."  David Liekefett twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Mac Nielson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
12:00:26: Someone once told Ignoracious Buttafucco the best way to handle this job is like it's personal.  Not business.  Sonny Bill Spider got one over on Ignoracious Buttafucco once before.  So definitely, for Ignoracious Buttafucco, that advice hits close to the chest.  No guns.  Not this time.  Ignoracious Buttafucco stakes out the area.  Hides in the shadows.  Ignoracious Buttafucco see's Sonny Bill Spider running hurriedly down the street.  Ignoracious Buttafucco takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling.  Certainly safer.  No.  It's time for revenge.  Ignoracious Buttafucco ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip.  Sonny Bill Spider doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that Ignoracious Buttafucco did not see before.  Ignoracious Buttafucco takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Sonny Bill Spider 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.
13:20:35: Mac Nielson does not normally mourn death.  Mac Nielson is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of Mac Nielson thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Sonny Bill Spider emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  Sonny Bill Spider dove, taking a shot mid-air.  Sonny Bill Spider was not thinking about human connection, unlike Mac Nielson.  This is arguably why Mac Nielson was shot in the gut.  Sonny Bill Spider resumes their delivery, package in tow.
14:00:34: Blaylock Samson tried to sneak on board Sonny Bill Spider's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt.  Sonny Bill Spider continues their delivery.
15:00:44: 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.  Sonny Bill Spider ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap.  Sonny Bill Spider almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Blaylock Samson's trap. Frantic, Sonny Bill Spider activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire.  Limping, Sonny Bill Spider hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder.  As Blaylock Samson manically runs after Sonny Bill Spider firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Sonny Bill Spider's grenades, losing a leg.  Sonny Bill Spider continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
15:57:08: Sable Nyx does not normally mourn death.  Sable Nyx is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of Sable Nyx thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Sonny Bill Spider emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  Sonny Bill Spider dove, taking a shot mid-air.  Sonny Bill Spider was not thinking about human connection, unlike Sable Nyx.  This is arguably why Sable Nyx was shot in the gut.  Sonny Bill Spider resumes their delivery, package in tow.
15:57:32: The smell of Sonny Bill Spider's completely immolated ship flares up Sable Nyx's nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck.  "Parcel transferred" emit's from Sable Nyx's bracelet, signaling more credits to be made.  Sable Nyx continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
16:01:03: Blaylock Samson stumbles into their own trap:  a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Sable Nyx's destruction.  Instead Sable Nyx resumes on their way, Blaylock Samson's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
17:00:24: Someone once told Mac Nielson that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  Mac Nielson knows Sable Nyx 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 Mac Nielson but the time is almost here.  Sable Nyx's ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. Mac Nielson'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.  Mac Nielson is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting Mac Nielson the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  Sable Nyx's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
18:00:57: Blaylock Samson steadily took aim from a second story window as Sable Nyx ran by below.  Sweat dotting their forehead, Blaylock Samson inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger.  It was a miss.  Sable Nyx resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
19:00:30: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Ignoracious Buttafucco.  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  Ignoracious Buttafucco mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  Ignoracious Buttafucco took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal.  "Ah, that's the one.  I'm here already."  Ignoracious Buttafucco put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod.  Ignoracious Buttafucco crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Sable Nyx to come running down the road, package in tow.  "I know this one.  Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum.  They won't be able to handle this either."  Sable Nyx came into view.  Ignoracious Buttafucco pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Ignoracious Buttafucco had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Ignoracious Buttafucco barely heard Sable Nyx running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  Sable Nyx continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
19:47:19: Package delivered by Sable Nyx for $220,000