13:47:55: Package picked up by Travis Walthall
13:47:56: Someone once told Ignoracious Buttafucco that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. Ignoracious Buttafucco 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 Ignoracious Buttafucco but the time is almost here. Travis Walthall's ship comes over the horizon. There it is. Ignoracious Buttafucco'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. Ignoracious Buttafucco is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting Ignoracious Buttafucco 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.
14:00:23: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. Ignoracious Buttafucco 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. Travis Walthall ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. Travis Walthall almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Ignoracious Buttafucco's trap. Frantic, Travis Walthall activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, Travis Walthall hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As Ignoracious Buttafucco manically runs after Travis Walthall firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Travis Walthall's grenades, losing a leg. Travis Walthall continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
14:48:54: Package delivered by Travis Walthall for $40,000