Spy Tugs
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The sun blazed overhead, turning the marina's pavement into a shimmering mirage. He adjusted his sunglasses, the simple motion a practiced signal to his team across the water. She stood at the bow of the sleek yacht, her laughter carried by the salt-tinged breeze as she pretended to admire the view. Their eyes met for a fleeting second, a silent acknowledgment passing between them amidst the crowd of oblivious tourists. The gentle lapping of the water against the hulls of expensive boats provided a rhythmic soundtrack to their covert dance. He could feel the weight of the encrypted drive in his pocket, a cool contrast to the day's oppressive heat. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, another subtle signal that the exchange point was secure. The air itself seemed to crackle with unspoken words and the promise of a dangerous secret soon to be shared. He moved towards the ice cream stand, his casual stroll belying the frantic pace of his heart. This was the moment where the mission ended, and something far more personal was poised to begin.
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