by Victor Freud » Tue Feb 09, 2016 2:47 am
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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