03:33:07: Package picked up by L.R. Snipestress
03:33:08: Blaylock Samson misses their double-fisted pistol shots.   A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at L.R. Snipestress.  L.R. Snipestress resumes delivery of their package.
04:00:39: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Blaylock Samson.  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  Blaylock Samson mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  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."  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.  Blaylock Samson crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for L.R. Snipestress 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."  L.R. Snipestress came into view.  Blaylock Samson pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Blaylock Samson had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Blaylock Samson barely heard L.R. Snipestress running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  L.R. Snipestress continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
04:08:30: L.R. Snipestress was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by Long Dread.  Luckily, L.R. Snipestress vaulted over it, only severing one foot.  L.R. Snipestress resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
04:08:36: L.R. Snipestress was feeling THAT feeling.  The feeling of the win just over the horizon.  A smile crept across L.R. Snipestress's face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when Long Dread launched an electrified bola at their feet.  L.R. Snipestress can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before L.R. Snipestress'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.
04:33:43: Package delivered by Long Dread for $80,000