Cowboy Bebop | Ultra HD

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

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. Cowboy Bebop

Spike stares out the viewport at the stars, his reflection a pale ghost against the blackness. "He got away. Just a kid chasing dreams." Spike sighs, the sound of a man who’s

The Swordfish II cuts through the yellow clouds of Venus, landing with a heavy thud in the rusted outskirts of Tijuana. Spike steps out, the collar of his blue suit turned up against the wind. The city is a graveyard of half-finished skyscrapers and neon signs that flicker with dying gasps. Spike is a blur of motion, his Jericho

Spike is staring at the ceiling, a cold cigarette dangling from his lip.

He finds Blue Note in a basement bar that smells of cheap tequila and ozone. The hacker is barely twenty, eyes wide with a manic energy.