The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over the deserted parking lot. Inside, Elias moved like a ghost through Aisle 4.
Elias looked at the tin, then at the exit. He knew the layout of these stores by heart. He didn't grab the formula. Instead, he shoved the entire shelving unit. It groaned and tilted, a precarious domino effect of plastic bottles and pacifiers spilling between them. buy buy baby formula
He reached the back shelf. His flashlight beam hit a single, dented tin of hypoallergenic formula hidden behind a display of organic teething wafers. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air of the unheated store. The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered,
Elias froze. It was Miller, a rival Runner known for selling to the highest-bidding cartels rather than the families. Miller stood at the end of the aisle, a silhouette framed by the flickering pink light. He knew the layout of these stores by heart