Spy Tugs
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The decrepit cargo ship, the *Sea Kestrel*, cut through the moonless night, its hull a silent silhouette against the star-dusted expanse. Aboard, the air was thick with the smell of rust and old brine, a perfect cloak for clandestine activities. Agent Kael moved like a phantom, his soft-soled boots making no sound on the cold, metal grates. His objective was a single, nondescript shipping container nestled deep within the labyrinthine hold. Unbeknownst to him, a rival operative, known only as Sable, observed his progress from the shadows of the crane gantries high above. She had been waiting for this moment, to let him do the difficult work of bypassing the sophisticated electronic locks. A faint, almost imperceptible click echoed as Kael finally succeeded, the heavy door swinging inward to reveal the prized prototype inside. At that exact moment, Sable initiated her own plan, sending a false alarm to the ship's security team stationed at the bow. Kael’s triumph instantly evaporated as shouted commands and pounding footsteps reverberated through the cavernous space, their urgency growing louder. With a predator's grin, Sable melted back into the darkness, content to let the chaos serve as her diversion. Now the real game had truly begun, a frantic race against time and a cunning, unseen adversary.
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