Spy Tugs
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The old trawler, the SpyTug 257-G64, was a study in calculated decay, its hull streaked with rust and sea salt. It sat low in the water, a forgotten workhorse amidst the bustling commercial traffic. To any casual observer, it was merely a vessel awaiting the scrapyard, its working days long concluded. Yet, beneath that shabby exterior lay a different reality entirely. Its worn timbers concealed a network of advanced sensor arrays and silent-running propulsion systems. The crew, appearing as simple fishermen, moved with an unnerving precision that betrayed their true purpose. They were listeners, collectors of secrets whispered across the waves. Every radio transmission and satellite ping for a hundred miles was captured and analyzed. The tug was a stationary ear, a sentinel in the fog, gathering intelligence from unsuspecting targets. Its unassuming presence was its most powerful and effective disguise.
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