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Spy Tugs

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The old wooden tugboat, the *Mariner's Resolve*, cut a lonely figure against the steel-gray expanse of the evening sea. Its chipped red paint and rust-streaked smokestack spoke of decades of hard labor in the harbor. Yet, hidden beneath this worn exterior was a vessel of astonishing technological sophistication. Deep within its hull, a bank of silent servers hummed, intercepting encrypted communications from passing freighters. The mission was simple: observe and report, a ghost in the maritime machine. On this particular night, a signal of immense importance was finally isolated and captured. With the data secure, the operative initiated the unique extraction protocol. From a concealed port on the starboard side, a streamlined, waterproof canister shot forth with tremendous force. It sliced into the dark water with barely a ripple, its trajectory precise and powerful. This unexpected launch, a sudden and vigorous discharge into the ocean, was the successful culmination of their silent vigil. The tugboat continued its placid course, its secret mission now complete and utterly undetected.