Spy Tugs
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The old fishing trawler, the *Sea Serpent*, cut through the choppy grey waters of the North Atlantic, its peeling paint and rust-streaked hull a perfect disguise. Aboard, the air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale coffee, a stark contrast to the humming supercomputers hidden behind a false wall in the hold. Agent Kael’s fingers danced across a keyboard, his eyes fixed on the stream of encrypted data flowing from a nearby undersea communications cable. Every creak of the ship’s timbers sounded like a thunderclap in the tense silence of the cabin. Miles away, a sleek, unmarked patrol boat altered its course, its advanced sensors sniffing the electronic ether for any anomaly. Kael’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat counting down the seconds until the file transfer was complete. He could almost feel the invisible net closing in, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment. Then, a single green light on his console glowed steadily, signaling a successful download. A wave of profound relief washed over him, so potent it left him momentarily lightheaded. With a quiet, practiced efficiency, he initiated the data purge and the physical destruction of the delicate hardware. The *Sea Serpent* turned slowly, its mission complete, and began its plodding journey back toward the horizon, once more just an anonymous speck on a vast, indifferent ocean.
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