Spy Tugs
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The rust-streaked hull of the cargo ship, the *Ocean Reliant*, cut through the placid, moonlit swells with a monotonous grace that belied the tension coiled within its belly. Deep in the humid, machinery-thrumming heart of the engine room, a figure clad in oil-stained coveralls moved with a purpose that was not his own. His calloused hands, which usually tended to greasy valves, now gently pried a magnetic case from behind a network of steam pipes. Inside, nestled in custom-cut foam, lay a data drive containing the schematics for a revolutionary naval propulsion system. A shadow detached itself from behind a massive turbine, the glint of a suppressed pistol barrel catching the dim red emergency light. The agent froze, his breath catching in his throat as he calculated the distance to the nearest exit. The newcomer, a woman with sharp eyes that missed nothing, gestured for the case with a subtle flick of her wrist. A distant, metallic clang from the deck above provided a split-second diversion, a gift of chaos from the sleeping ship. The agent dropped into a crouch, sliding the case across the grimy floor as he moved backward into the labyrinth of hissing machinery. The sharp *thwip* of a silenced round echoed faintly, sparking off a pipe inches from his head. He vanished into the steam-filled darkness, the precious case now a prize in a deadly, silent game played out on the vast, indifferent sea.
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