Pineapples

After the two put their goggles on, Logan opened the door for Vanessa. Inside the training room appeared to be a carnival with two rectangular tables in the center of an open area.

Vanesa stepped inside, gazing around the place. There were cones and caution barricades outlining the small area where they were to be training. On the tables were many guns of various kinds. From shotguns to assault rifles, pistols to machine guns, and revolvers too. They were all there with additional mags. Some of the weapon seemed rather old. Lastly, there was a weird black box on each table as well.

Vanessa pivoted towards Logan, "Why don't we practice in a school theme? Is more fun".

Logan stared blankly at her, "Wow. Even I know why that's a problem," Vanessa was confused as he pointed at her, "You're the kind of white people everybody is scared of".

Vanessa cocked her head, "I don't get it".