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 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. buy buy baby formula
"I've got a collector in the Heights who'll pay me in fuel vouchers," Miller countered, stepping into the light. He wasn't holding a weapon, just a heavy industrial crowbar. The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered,
He wasn’t there for the strollers or the tiny, overpriced socks. He was there for the "Gold." casting a rhythmic