538 Downfall (part 2)

“What’s the problem, Nova?” Aron asked.

{Our Henry’s Eye sensors detected a very large surge of mana headed west from your location. It stopped in a local store a few miles away,} she replied.

“Possibility of a false positive?”

{Low, sir.}

“I’ll check it out,” Aron said, then rose into the air and rocketed away in the direction of the mana surge.

......

Outskirts of Amarillo, Texas.

Greg Bauer hummed as he paced up and down the aisles in the Tractor Supply Co. in Amarillo. He was a farmer, but today, he was buying things that no farmer needed. Or rather, things that no farmer needed in the amount he was buying them in.

Every now and then as he came across something, his eyes would flash purple and, without thinking, he would dump it in his cart. He had already filled three carts and parked them at the front of the store for later checkout. It was to the point now that the employees had started giving him weird looks when they passed him while doing their routine tasks.