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