Cowboy Bebop Online

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.

For a second, the world goes quiet. The jazz playing on the bar's ancient jukebox seems to slow down, the trumpet notes stretching into a long, mournful wail. Spike sees a flash of golden hair, a memory of a rainy street, the smell of gunpowder and roses. Then, the doors burst open. Syndicate thugs. Cowboy Bebop

"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." Gunfire shatters the tequila bottles

"It’s 50,000 Woolongs," Jet reminds him, his cybernetic arm whirring as he snips a tiny leaf. "That’s a lot of bell peppers." For a second, the world goes quiet

Spike leans against the bar, his eyes hidden behind dark shades. "Nothing stays buried forever, kid. Just ask the guys I’m taking you to."

"The woman in the red dress," Blue Note whispers. "She’s still out there. In the data streams."