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.
Spike is staring at the ceiling, a cold cigarette dangling from his lip.
"The woman in the red dress," Blue Note whispers. "She’s still out there. In the data streams." Cowboy Bebop
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.
"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." He finds Blue Note in a basement bar
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 stands in the wreckage, the Syndicate men dead at his feet. He looks at the charred remains of the computer. The data is gone. The ghost is gone. "The woman in the red dress," Blue Note whispers
"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."