*Posted on the old boards of the dusty town was a shaggy-looking picture of a man, dressed in a long white lab coat. He had long flaxen hair that was all-blue. His body was semi-opaque; for one could see his organs almost clearly.
The Sheriff had stapled that last of the posters up on the old bill boards that didn't really reach up into the sky like in a MODERN City. Hell, for that matter, they only stood up about six and half feet. The wood was ragged and had staples in them from other reprorts of seeing this being walk from place to place.
He wiped the sweat from his head, taking in a deep sigh, adjusting the belt on his pants. His girth was hanging out over the uniform, but mostly everyone in town knew of him.*
"Well, that's the last of the posters. I'm sure someone will rocognize him and alert me."
*He said, taking a puff on a cigar. His breath reeked of tabacco, and people in town were quite used to his actions.
Another younger man would step out of the Police Car, wiping his head of sweat as well. The temperature was a scolding 112 degrees, but they had to do their rounds in order to get back to the air-conditioned Police Station.
This town's population was an astounding 900, 000, but it was so isolated from the nearest city, one would have to be at least 25 years or older to appreciate the town's prosperity.*
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