Cowboy Bebop -

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 .

"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." Cowboy Bebop

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