Spy Tugs
Spy Tugs Pic(s)
The sleek, grey hull of the Spy Tug, designated only as "ST-7," cut through the placid, moonlit waters of the harbor with an almost predatory silence. Its powerful, muffled engine produced little more than a deep, resonant hum that was swallowed by the night. Aboard, a single operative, clad in dark, non-reflective gear, monitored a bank of flickering screens displaying data from submerged sensors. The mission was a simple, in-and-out data retrieval, a "quickie" in agency parlance, targeting a communications buoy placed by a rival intelligence network. A gentle thud echoed through the craft's frame as it made contact with the target, and a robotic arm extended with delicate precision. For several tense minutes, the only sounds were the quiet whir of machinery and the operative's steady breathing. Suddenly, a proximity alarm blared softly, its red light painting the dark cabin in brief, urgent flashes—an unscheduled patrol boat was altering its course. With practiced calm, the operative initiated the emergency protocol, the data secure in an internal drive. The tug disengaged, sliding back into the deeper shadows cast by a massive container ship. It left behind no trace of its presence, just a slight, fading ripple on the water's surface. The entire encounter, from contact to escape, had lasted less than fifteen minutes, a perfectly executed, fleeting ghost of an operation.
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