23:11:38: Package picked up by Captain Shank
23:11:39: Someone once told Blaylock Samson that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  Blaylock Samson knows Captain Shank 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 Blaylock Samson but the time is almost here.  Captain Shank's ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. Blaylock Samson'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.  Blaylock Samson is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting Blaylock Samson the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  Captain Shank's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
23:29:59: Captain Shank 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 Sable Nyx on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped.  "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as Sable Nyx swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
00:50:15: Sable Nyx took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by Illiaen Abraxas, tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite.  Illiaen Abraxas currently has the package.
03:30:08: Illiaen Abraxas was feeling THAT feeling.  The feeling of the win just over the horizon.  A smile crept across Illiaen Abraxas's face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when Long Dread launched an electrified bola at their feet.  Illiaen Abraxas can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before Illiaen Abraxas's head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep.  Long Dread smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
06:20:16: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Feisty Gazebo.  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  Feisty Gazebo mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  Feisty Gazebo 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."  Feisty Gazebo 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.  Feisty Gazebo crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Long Dread 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."  Long Dread came into view.  Feisty Gazebo pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Feisty Gazebo had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Feisty Gazebo barely heard Long Dread running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  Long Dread continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
06:20:28: Feisty Gazebo shot a missile at Long Dread and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Feisty Gazebo.
07:11:39: Package delivered by Feisty Gazebo for $120,000