Remarkable Way She Died: An Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Captured Assassin. A Sadistic Interrogator. Remarkable Way She Dies.

Turning on the Emperor is turning on morality.

I interrogate stupid loyalists. I watch an assassin in my cells. I need a single name from her.

What she says next changes everything.

If you enjoy unputdownable, twisted sci-fi short stories making you read late into the night. You will love this one!

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Also available in Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Collection Volume 6.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jun 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201176730

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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REMARKABLE WAY SHE DIED

When you turn your back on the Emperor, you turn away from morality,

-Dying Traitor, Unknown Location

Sometimes I do doubt if I had made the right choice by turning traitor as a superhuman soldier and working against the so-called Great Human Empire. Sure, being a traitor has its benefits but all the fighting and running away can get so dull.

But it’s days like this that remind me of the amazing glory and bloodshed the so-called ugly loyalists get starved of. Because today she was going to die in a wonderful fashion.

Well, wonderful to me, horrific for her.

Feeling the freezing cold air chill my thick black armour, I smiled as I stepped into the little black box-room, I really couldn’t help but smile as I thought about all the necks snapped and blood sprayed up the walls. They were fun times.

Through my heavy metal helmet, I breathed in the foul air that stunk of mould and rotting flesh, even as a traitor who killed for