Spy Tugs
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The rust-streaked hull of the Spy Tug, the *Marauder*, cut through the viscous, green water of the industrial canal with a deceptive laziness. To any casual observer, it was merely another workhorse vessel, its paint faded and its deck cluttered with seemingly innocuous equipment. Yet, beneath that humble exterior lay a heart of sophisticated technology, humming quietly behind shielded bulkheads. Its crew, dressed in stained coveralls, performed their duties with an unnerving synchrony, their eyes constantly scanning the waterway's edges. They were not there to guide larger ships but to silently intercept digital whispers carried on the airwaves. From a concealed compartment amidships, a powerful array of antennas subtly pivoted, gathering intelligence from unsuspecting facilities along the shore. Every barge it passed, every factory it glided by, unknowingly contributed fragments of data to its insatiable collection systems. The operation was a masterpiece of clandestine engineering, a ghost in plain sight on the busy watercourse. On the bridge, the captain monitored the steady flow of encrypted information with a faint, satisfied smile. The *Marauder* continued its placid journey, a silent predator in a world of oblivious prey.
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