Spy Tugs
Spy Tugs Pic(s)
The sleek, black hull of the Spy Tug cut through the thick, pre-dawn fog blanketing the industrial canal. Its powerful engines were throttled to a near-silent purr, creating only the faintest of ripples against the moss-slicked concrete walls. From the wheelhouse, a single operative scanned the labyrinth of rusting pipes and derelict warehouses through high-powered binoculars. His target, a nondescript cargo ship named the *Sea Nymph*, was moored just ahead, its deck seemingly deserted under the sickly yellow glow of a single safety lamp. A plume of steam, far hotter and more concentrated than the surrounding mist, suddenly vented from a concealed valve near the ship's waterline. This was the signal, a confirmation that the clandestine data transfer was already underway deep within the vessel's secure server room. The tug drifted closer, its magnetic grapples poised to latch onto the larger ship's hidden steel plate. On the *Sea Nymph*, a figure draped in shadows moved with practiced silence, placing a sealed, waterproof case onto a waiting robotic courier. This small, submersible drone detached from the ship with a barely audible whir, disappearing into the murky water. Seconds later, a soft thud resonated through the tug as the drone connected with its underbelly hatch. The operative allowed himself a thin, satisfied smile as the tug’s engines engaged, smoothly pulling the sturdy little boat and its priceless cargo back into the obscuring embrace of the fog.
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