This place was horrible and definitely not well-suited to dress shoes and a suit. He'd had to pause three times already to dump the sand out of the damned shoes. He just hoped to whatever deity ruled this place that he didn't run into any trouble. All he had on him were his handcuffs and his car keys, and he seriously doubted stabbing a Heartless in the eye with a key and trying to 'cuff them would really be in his favor.

It was in the midst of his inward complaining that he spotted a kid jogging across the desert. Damn kids and their energy. He sucked in a deep breath and went after him. "Hey! You! Police business!" he called out, pulling out his IDPD badge (and really, he was just excited to have some police weight back) to show him.

The sooner he found that orange-haired little hoodlum, the sooner he could have his gun back and throw that punk in jail.