Spy Tugs
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The old wooden tugboat, the *Mariner's Resolve*, cut silently through the inky, pre-dawn fog of the Baltic Sea. Its chipped paint and rust-streaked hull were a perfect disguise for the sophisticated listening equipment humming deep within its hold. Agent Kael moved with a practiced silence, his boots making no sound on the damp deck. He adjusted the high-powered microphone, its dish focused on a distant, unmarked freighter. The air was thick with the smell of salt and diesel, a familiar scent that did nothing to calm his nerves. Suddenly, a burst of encrypted data streamed through his headphones, a complex code he had been tasked to intercept. His fingers flew across a waterproof keyboard, downloading the files with urgent precision. A shadow then fell across the console, cast by a figure emerging from the mist. Kael’s hand instinctively went to the concealed pistol at his side, his heart hammering against his ribs. The figure, however, merely offered a grim nod; it was his extraction contact, right on time. With the mission complete, the little tugboat turned and vanished back into the embracing gray mist, its secret safe.
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