Khanna POV
"Come on, Khanna!” the instructor shouts at me.
I am on my nineteenth lap of twenty of a three-mile stretch of the field. My legs feel like they are going to give out at any moment.
Normally this is a breeze for me, but I spent all of yesterday in the gym and training with Peter before spending last night creeping through the air vent shafts to manually access Bradley’s computer. I know I technically committed a crime, but something is going on, and I want to know what.
Bradley has scheduled a meeting today in the next hour in the portal building. I know that I am going to have to pull something to get out of this training, but the way my legs are going, I won’t need to fake a stunt, as they will be giving out soon.
Just as I make my final mile, I face-plant the ground. My
