[Jack leaned back in his seat and cradled his head in his hands.]

Beast's mirror. Ol' granny from the thirteenth floor set him up with it a long time, so as to torture him with all the things he couldn't have. He doesn't have it anymore. But I knew a guy who tried to sell me on an adventure to find it. Well, what good's that, spying on some asshole? But spying on an asshole who has a briefcase with all of El Dorado tucked inside it? Well, I say, let's get the mirror.