The local boys were hopeless when it came to going undercover. They were always trying to infiltrate the underground with fashions that were at least six months out of date, which in this world, might as well be six years. Honestly, a vinyl tracksuit? Flying goggles? It’s late spring.
No, all the blade merchants now were wearing brightly striped shirts. They like the way that they blend into the neon lights on the strip.
If a size is not listed, it is sold out.