04:03:11: Package picked up by Jeff Colen
04:03:12: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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." @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) came into view. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) barely heard @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
04:33:07: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) came into view. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) barely heard @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
04:33:12: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
04:35:24: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship fires two nuclear torpedos into @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship, instantly incinerating it. The package is snagged by a lengthy magnetic tow cable. "Parcel transferred."
04:53:47: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) rounds a corner and only has a split second to see a blinding red light, before being decapitated by a slicingly accurate laser blast from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). The package rolls to their feet. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of the stolen package.
04:59:54: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
04:59:58: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is bloody from head to toe after a rough number of successful entanglements. "Geronimo, fuckstick!" They look up at the voice and see a a dot in the sky. It quickly turns into two dots: a sky born @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
05:00:03: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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_139(Jeff Colen) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) manically runs after @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
05:03:11: Package delivered by Jeff Colen for $160,000