17:49:07: Package picked up by Alexander Helm
17:49:08: @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) 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 @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) 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 @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
18:34:26: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). This is arguably why @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_289(Alexander Helm) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
18:49:56: Package delivered by Alexander Helm for $40,000