Blood In The Redwater: An Agents Of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

An Assassin. A Target. A Very Dangerous Threat.

In the future everywhere is a hunting ground.

Assassin Harife eliminates threats. He studies danger. Harife stalks a shopping centre.

A lot more than Harife realises depends on him.

An enthralling fast-paced, action-packed science fiction story readers will love.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Oct 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215001561

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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BLOOD IN THE REDWATER

Apparently Redwater shopping centre was based on some primitive design from hundreds of thousands of years ago from a little shopping centre in a place called England.

Harife had no idea what England was or any other of the so-called countries (whatever they were) but in the grand age of the Great Human Empire, he didn’t need to.

He only needed to know about how to kill.

Pressing his black cloaked back against the cold marble pillar of the shopping centre on its top floor, Harife pulled his small hood over his face and he did what he always did in times like this. He studied people. He studied for danger. He studied for obstacles to his