"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."
"We’re out of beef," Jet grunts, not looking up. "And bell peppers. And fuel." Cowboy Bebop
"You’re not supposed to be here," Blue Note stammers, his fingers dancing over a holographic interface. "The past... it’s supposed to stay buried." "There’s a bounty," Faye chirps, suddenly sitting up
Spike sighs, the sound of a man who’s already lived through this day a thousand times. "Tijuana? It’s a dust bowl." "And bell peppers
"Maybe I did," he says, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "But ghosts don't pay the bills."
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.