'They must really want me,' Khan scoffed in his mind. 'I guess I'll know how badly once I see the value of the martial art.'
Khan could understand how on point his guess had been from that quick answer. He knew that his value had increased a lot after Istrone's rebellion, but he remained a mere sixteen-year-old boy who had yet to complete his first year in the training camp.
There had to be a limit to how much the Global Army was willing to invest in Khan. Yet, the rapid answer from Professor Norwell confirmed that the situation was quite grim and that the higher-ups wanted to secure him before other families could attempt to buy his loyalty.
'Two weeks,' Khan thought while picking his clothes and leaving the training hall. 'Maybe the Lieutenant will come if he knows that I'm leaving.'
