USS Independence
“Weps, you hot to trot on the Mark 110?” Cdr. Doug Bland watched the turret mounted forward on his littoral combat ship traverse smoothly as it swept across the Al Calipha’s bow. The barrel of the 57mm weapon depressed and then elevated slightly as the gunner in CIC searched for the right trajectory.
“We have a solution, captain. Round should pass right over their bow chains. And we’re firing tracer element to be damn sure they get the picture.”
Bland grinned and keyed his intercom. He was feeling like a high seas buccaneer about to halt a prize on the bounding main. “Very well. Two rounds, fifty-seven millimeter, stand by. Fire!” The weapon barked snappily and Bland’s smile widened when he saw the long tongue of flame leap from the muzzle. Firing the MK 110 in weapons
