Spy Tugs
Spy Tugs Pic(s)
The sleek, black hull of the Spy Tug cut through the thick, pre-dawn fog blanketing the industrial harbor. Its running lights were extinguished, granting it an almost ghostly presence amidst the silent, hulking cargo ships. From my vantage point on the rain-slicked pier, I watched its slow, deliberate progress, a predator stalking its prey. The only sound was the gentle, rhythmic lapping of oily water against the moss-covered pilings beneath my feet. Suddenly, a faint, green glow emanated from a porthole on the tug's starboard side, blinking in a rapid, complex sequence. I held my breath, my fingers tightening around the cold metal of the railing as I committed each pulse of light to memory. This was the signal, the encrypted message I had been stationed here for weeks to intercept. Just as quickly as it appeared, the light vanished, leaving the vessel once again as a dark silhouette against the grey water. A soft, mechanical whirring sound then reached my ears, suggesting a hidden mechanism deploying below the surface. The tug began to turn, its powerful engine now emitting a low, resonant thrum as it prepared to slip back into the obscuring mist. My mission was complete, but the dangerous work of decoding the message was just beginning.
Comments
Post a Comment