I3: Rooty tooty point and shooty

[Victor Freud]

The danger room could make any sort of training environment, from trap-riddled jungle temples to familiar urban streets, anything that the student teams might have to deal with. And with all of those limitless possibilities and upmost creative freedom, it's current layout was that of a fairly standard firing range. Actually that wasn't entirely true, the green paint peeling off of the cracked cement walls and the dust floating under the fluorescent lighting made it a rundown firing range, like one might find in the basement of an soon-to-be-decommissioned military base. Which was probably one of the few places one might find a firing range in the country these days.

When Victor had come to England, he'd largely given up on the types of training he'd been going through back in New York. Oh he still worked on his gymnastics and flexibility in the gym, but he hadn't been using the obstacle courses or other more power-intensive training facilities. He hadn't even applied for the teams, something he'd always strove for back at the old school. And while he hadn't thrown his hat into the ring just yet, he was devoting more of his free time to some of his old training techniques. With some noise-protection ear muffs and a pair of orange-tinted range glasses on, the wiry young man was taking shots at the paper targets at the end of the range.The only signs of the place's more advanced technology were the holographic projection of his groupings to his left side, and the ease at which a different type of firearm could be obtained.

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[Nash Riley]

Nash walked into the observation room and observed for a bit. He then reached over to activate the intercom.

"What did those pieces of paper ever do to you?" he grinned, though Victor surely couldn't see it.

[Victor Freud]

While the ear muffs helped to reduce the sound of the handgun, the program was smart enough to not allow them to block out the intercom as well. Victor checked the handgun and gently set it on the counter before looking up in the general direction of the observation platform.

"They cut me off on the freeway." He retorted before removing the headgear and letting them rest around his neck. "I'm not cutting into time you've got booked, am I?"

[Nash Riley]

"No. I was nearby and just decided to check to see if it was in use. Mind if I join you?"

[Victor Freud]

"Sure, come on down. There's safety equipment by the door."

[Nash Riley]

"Okay, be right there." He said before he left to enter the room itself.

[Victor Freud]

Upon entering the room proper there was a small display with the proper safety equipment made available to anyone who entered the room. Not that it was necessary, holograms and whatnot, but it was a nice touch. Victor remained at his part of the range, looking over the handgun he'd been using earlier.

"The name's Victor." He offered, placing the unloaded weapon on a nearby table, where several other handguns were laid out along with their clips and rounds.

[Nash Riley]

"I know who you are Vic." Nash said, now more clearly visible.

He walked up and looked over the guns on the table.

[Victor Freud]

"Oh sorry, I didn't recognize ya from a distance. The light in here isn't great... I find it makes things feel more real, you know?"

The handguns on the table were fairly similar to each other; each were a little smaller than average, the largest of which might have been the Glock 26 or the one lone silver-ish coloured one, the rest being shades of black matte.

"Ever shot before?"

[Nash Riley]

"I've only shot hunting rifles and shotguns before. The dim indoor lighting isn't exactly similar for me either."

"The 'ranges' I've used have all been outdoors." He said complete with finger quotes.

[Victor Freud]

"Heh, I was in the same boat too. .22 calibre was how I learned, shooting cans and such. Growing up on a farm, ya gotta learn to do it in case a coyote shows up.

"Any requests?"

[Nash Riley]

"Hmmm, you can bring up anything you want in here, well, anything they have in the computer at least." Nash said looking through some options.

"Lets see... ooh, this will do." An archaic looking rifle appears on an adjacent table.

[Victor Freud]

Victor gave a little whistled at the well-weathered weapon that appeared upon the table.

"I have to admit, that looks a lot older than anything I've tried, that's a real wall hanger."

[Nash Riley]

"Yes, I'll bet this is very different from most guns you've fired before." Nash said, picking it up and looking it over.

[Victor Freud]

"Oh no doubt. I've only had first hand experience with the basics. Here I'm focusing more on the most practical and most common."

[Nash Riley]

"Okay. this is a full fledged gun that shoots using compressed air. It's not a BB gun." Nash said as he loaded several musket balls into the rifle.

[Victor Freud]

"Oh, like in that Sherlock Holmes story!" Well he seemed to understand the idea at least. "I never knew these sorta things were ever actually mass produced."

[Nash Riley]

"They did make quite a few of them, but I don't think they'd count as mass produced, at least by modern standards."

He held the rifle vertical and adjusts a piece on the rifle. Victor would likely have no idea what he was doing.

[Victor Freud]

Victor watched curiously, not sure what Nash was doing, though he had seen muskets loaded before and assumed this was something similar.

[Nash Riley]

Nash of course didn't do what Victor expected. The next thing he did was aiming the gun at the target. There was a pop, them another, then another. Each on succeeded by a hit registering on the holographic display. The aim and groupings weren't all that great overall, but were very good considering the time period the weapon came from.

[Victor Freud]

Victor waited until Nash had finished firing before he spoke again.

"Wow, no smoke or nothin', that's pretty impressive."