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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

In the chaos of falling BPA-free plastic, Elias snatched the tin and bolted through the "Employees Only" door. He hit the night air running, the dented metal pressed against his chest like a heartbeat. He didn't care about the vouchers or the silver. He just cared about the 3:00 AM feeding that, for one more week, wouldn't be silent. The neon sign for "Buy Buy Baby" flickered,

As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a sharp click-clack echoed from the entrance. It wasn't the wind. It was the sound of a heavy boot hitting linoleum. "Step away from the tin, Eli," a gravelly voice called out. It was Miller, a rival Runner known for

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.

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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.