Fivecoat looked at him with a melancholy smile. “One time I was—” He spotted the silhouette of a trimaran-hulled warship a thousand yards to starboard steaming due north at flank speed. “Oh, shit . . . we’ve killed the Coronado.” Brighton whipped his head around, seeing “The Crown of the Fleet,” the USS Coronado (LCS-4), an independence-class littoral war ship designed with stealth technology to combat potential asymmetric threats in the littoral zones close to shore.
