Spy Tugs
Spy Tugs Pic(s)
The old wooden tugboat, the *Mariner's Resolve*, creaked as it cut through the frigid, inky waters of the Baltic Sea, its peeling paint and rust-streaked hull a perfect disguise for the sophisticated listening equipment humming quietly within its belly. Alexi, posing as a simple deckhand with calloused hands and a weary demeanor, scanned the choppy horizon, his eyes missing nothing. He was waiting for a specific signal—three quick flashes of green light from the distant, rocky shore. Earlier that evening, he had meticulously concealed the microfilm within a false compartment in the ship's galley, its contents more valuable than the entire vessel itself. The air was thick with the smell of salt and diesel, a familiar scent that did little to calm his racing heart. Suddenly, the signal came, a brief, brilliant emerald spark in the overwhelming darkness. His contact was here, a shadowy figure he knew only as "The Librarian." With practiced nonchalance, Alexi began his routine check of the starboard lifeboat davits, moving toward the pre-arranged drop point. As he unscrewed a specific, seemingly innocuous capstan, he could feel the weight of the moment, a culmination of months of dangerous work. He slid the tiny, sealed capsule into the hollow metal post, his movements smooth and unhurried. A moment later, a soft tap from the other side confirmed the exchange was complete, and the shadow on the shore melted back into the night. Alexi allowed himself a single, deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing only slightly as the tugboat continued its slow, plodding journey into the unknown.
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