Carlos has had plenty of free time lately, for a definition of "free" limited strictly to the absence of official employment.  Campbell's Garage basically isn't doing business when no one can drive anywhere, but Central Park is doing<em>plenty</em>of business, and the garage has proven as good a staging area as any for collecting material and distributing matériel.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Carlos has managed to get things kinda-under-control enough that he can afford to attend the meeting at Four Corners.  Suspecting a formal-ish occasion, he's dressed uncharacteristically well, in khaki shorts and a burgundy polo shirt.  The dark green car he arrived in looks normal enough at a glance (from a distance) thanks to some quickly-applied paint, though the chassis is constructed mainly of rock, sand, and plant matter.<br/><br/>(Carlos has never rented a car in his life, and he's not about to start<em>now</em>.  $100 a day will buy an awful lot of groceries.)<br/><br/>He nods to the ladies, lifting one hand in greeting.<strong>"Nice to meet you all.  Uh, I mean, not that there's much <em>nice</em> about our situation, but...you know."</strong>He sighs.<strong>"I'm Carlos.  New York City.  And before anyone asks, Central Park hasn't improved much in the last few weeks.  I don't know that I'd say I work <em>for</em> the city as such, but I've been trying to keep Manhattan under control."</strong>His eyes flick to Alex cautiously, and he pulls the folded-up parchment from a pocket.  "<strong>I'm not sure where to even begin with all the questions, but this one's probably important -- what's the Ancient Compact and Truce?"</strong>