Having run himself ragged following the serial arsonist, Arnold stopped in front of the candy store to catch his breath. His scrawny frame heaved and shuffled; Pinnacle was supposed to keep him moving fast, not the other way around. He looked inside to see a kid with a bunch of cinnamon rolls and a clerk trying to explain something about a guy with a flamethrower to emergency services.
Arnold raised an eyebrow, looking down at the kid and kneeling to his eye-level.
"Hey, have you seen some weird guy with wings around here recently?" he put his hands next to his head as if to mimic the idea of flying.