Neo Conservationists - Mister

Chain linked fence parted exposing the alleyway and those who lived within. Mister wasn't uninformed, this block was reclaimed by Neo Conservationist sympathizers looking to leverage group assets for safety. He was here as the promoter for an up-and-coming company and hoped to sell to those who no one else would. Passing farmers tending raised gardens with rifles on their backs, he merely hoped to avoid upsetting anyone.

"Leafy greens, good choice for this low lit area in the building's shadow." After a reply of stares, "Is Rositta or Estivan around?"
The compound was dirty the way a farm is dirty stirred by active children. There wasn't, as Mister expected, one bit of garbage. The Neo Cons are militant recyclers and this district is theirs, one of the first. Rositta was heavily scented by leather tanning oils and it wasn't hard to imagine her preparing the horse's harnesses to pull the trucks. Mister projected from his phone onto a pastel colored South-facing wall a slide show.

"So, you expect us to pay you, huh?" Mister was just getting to where the presentation teased at the synergy, the beauty, and his favorite part. Rositta's interruption may not have been more than rhetorical, yet he was one to see potential, imaginary or otherwise.

"Only from our customers. No purchase, no payment."

"Then you'll be here, for your customers."

Mister took in the environment which was still having a rugged way with his stomach. "No, no I don't think so.