The Hacienda
The Hacienda is on the Secret Tropical Island Volcano Lair (Accordion Thief).
Visiting before visiting the Fishing Village:
You sneak up the hill to Somerset Lopez's fancy white mansion. Initially, you're puzzled by the lack of guards, but it quickly becomes clear that guards would be redundant -- the building is in fact heavily fortified. The windows are barred with wrought-iron grills, the front door is locked with five different deadbolts, and when you go to look for the back door you discover that there isn't one -- the house is built right up against the side of the volcano. Even the garden hose has a chain and padlock on it. This place is a fire code inspector's nightmare.
It looks like the only way you're going to get inside is to get the keys to the front door. Hopefully Lopez gave some copies to his henchmen in case of an emergency.
Visiting with fewer than 5 hacienda key:
You sneak up the hill to Somerset Lopez's fancy white mansion. Initially, you're puzzled by the lack of guards, but it quickly becomes clear that guards would be redundant -- the building is in fact heavily fortified. The windows are barred with wrought-iron grills, the front door is locked with five different deadbolts, and when you go to look for the back door you discover that there isn't one -- the house is built right up against the side of the volcano. Even the garden hose has a chain and padlock on it. This place is a fire code inspector's nightmare.
It looks like the only way you're going to get inside is to get the keys to the front door. Hopefully Lopez gave some copies to his henchmen in case of an emergency.
Visiting with 5 hacienda key:
You unlock the front door to Somerset Lopez's hacienda with the five keys you obtained from the mariachi barracks and slip inside like a thief in the night. Exactly like that, in fact.
Unsurprisingly, the interior of the mansion is even more glamorous than that of the barracks. The foyer is lit by a massive crystal chandelier, and an ornate staircase (flanked by marble statues of mariachis in heroic poses) curves up to a balcony where, dressed in a velvet smoking jacket and swirling a snifter of brandy, Somerset Lopez gazes haughtily down at you.
"Hola, gringo. I had anticipated that my defenses would not keep you out for very long."
"This is it, Lopez. It's time to settle this once and for all."
"Sí, the great rivalry between the accordion thief and the mariachi. After so many years, it has come down to you and me, eh?"
"Damn straight," you reply, readying your weapon.
"You and me and my bodyguards. Bodyguards! Kill him." Several extremely burly mariachis step out from behind the statues, grinning and cracking their knuckles.
"Lopez, you are such a dick."
