Spy Tugs
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The sleek, black vessel cut through the choppy gray water with a predatory silence that defied its mundane purpose. Officially designated as a harbor tug, the *Sea Mule* was anything but ordinary, its reinforced hull hiding a powerful engine meant for sudden bursts of speed. On the bridge, Agent Miles monitored a bank of screens, his face illuminated by the cool blue glow of sonar and radar displays. His mission was one of quiet observation, to track a specific cargo ship suspected of carrying illicit technology. A gentle rain began to fall, peppering the dark windows and blurring the distant lights of the city skyline. Suddenly, a new contact pulsed on the edge of his screen, a smaller, faster boat emerging from a concealed cove. Miles throttled up, the tug responding with a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through the deck plates. He maneuvered expertly, using the inclement weather as a cloak to close the distance without alerting his target. The other boat, realizing it was being followed, executed a sharp, desperate turn, its wake slapping violently against the tug's bow. With a final, calculated push, Miles positioned the robust *Sea Mule* directly in the smaller craft's path, forcing a surrender without a single shot being fired. He then radioed for the coast guard, his voice calm as the rain-streaked dawn began to break over the captured vessel.
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