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Gunfire shatters the tequila bottles. Spike is a blur of motion, his Jericho 941 barking in the dim light. He moves with a fluid, effortless grace, dodging bullets like they’re nothing more than annoying flies.

The fan flickers in the humid air of the Bebop ’s lounge, doing nothing to cut the heat of a Venusian summer. Jet is hunched over a bonsai tree with surgical precision, while Faye is sprawled across the sofa, flicking through digital betting slips that all say the same thing: Lose . Cowboy Bebop

"You don't understand!" the boy yells. "I found it! The old satellite codes. I can see everything—the War, the Gate accident... I can see her ." Spike freezes. The cigarette falls. "Her?" Gunfire shatters the tequila bottles

Spike is staring at the ceiling, a cold cigarette dangling from his lip. The fan flickers in the humid air of

Spike sighs, the sound of a man who’s already lived through this day a thousand times. "Tijuana? It’s a dust bowl."

The Bebop drifts silently through the void, a lonely ship in a vast, uncaring galaxy.

"There’s a bounty," Faye chirps, suddenly sitting up. "A small-time hacker named 'Blue Note.' 50,000 Woolongs. He’s hiding out in the ruins of Tijuana."