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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, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over the deserted parking lot. Inside, Elias moved like a ghost through Aisle 4. buy buy baby formula

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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. He just cared about the 3:00 AM feeding

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.

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.

"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.