The streets of Blüdhaven [open like mad]
[Arsenal is prowling the back alleys of this dimension's version of Hell on the East Coast. He's more or less undercover, insofar as a massive trenchcoat and red trucker's cap cover up his more remarkable features and violent accoutrements.
His communicator's on and tuned to local police bands, with a periodic update from the Foundling Program. Hasn't gotten much use of that yet outside of the various dimensional outcasts' postadolescent drama. But you never know.
He's not sure what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he finds it.]