To all of you who read part one 'Sixkiller; Tale of the Silver Dime' and part two 'Sixkiller; SXK flips Time'; this is part three and it answers a whole load of questions that haven't been answered in the first parts.

To all those who just started reading; you can ignore what happened in the first parts if you want. Part three is a bit different than the first parts.

Oh yeah, if you're crazy over fics that have Andalites in them (becuase I am) then continue reading, if you're not crazy about the Andalites but crazy about watching people beat each other to death then continue reading. If you don't like any of the above then its not my fault. *kidding, the fic has much more than just that*

PART THREE

Sixkiller; Justice from a Psycho

Chapter Thirty-one

It was a too easy catch; Sixkiller would have blundered in without a so much as a second thought. But experience taught her better. She knew that she'd rather overestimate her enemy than underestimate him; better be safe than sorry.

She approached the house confidently; she knew that she was being watched. Her every move would be visible to her victim, and it was very likely that her victim would be extremely paranoid; a casualty of war left stranded in a planet that was not his own, a planet that would soon teem with the enemy's troops.

Sixkiller was dressed as a businesswoman; she carried a black brief case in one hand and the other was left free to swing with the rhythm of her walk. Sixkiller's disguise was flawless; she wore high heels and a navy blue business suit with a short skirt. She didn't have a hat on though –since her culture did not include hats in their traditional clothing- besides, Sixkiller adored having her long hair carried loosely; it had always been her pride; her hair, it was long silky and just as dark as her eyes.

She stopped just outside the front door. She set down her brief case and did a very good job of pretending to tidy her hair and make sure that there were no creases on her skirt and freshen her make up- plus all the other pointless things she saw other girls do. Sixkiller has always been reluctant to do any of these things because part of her character did not permit her to do things for the pleasure of others.

It was partly this and the other part was simple; she already had someone who thought very much of her.

She rang the doorbell and pretended to be anxious; she patted her skirt and ran a hand through her hair.

The door opened a crack. A familiar face peeked through, the face she was stalking day and night for the past week. A human face. A hologram.

He looked dead average. She knew he did, although the face she was looking at appeared annoyed. She painted a smile on her face and spoke loudly, "Mr. McCellan. I'm Jean –from the institution. Your boss called me over to go through the new regulations put forward by the SCI department, I need you to go over a few details."

Henry looked even more annoyed, "Go away."

She frowned at him, "You must know that I'm going to come back. My supervisor will fire me if I slack this one. Fred doesn't really tolerate sloppy work. You're the only one on my list that's left."

"You've come at an unfortunate time.'

Sixkiller shook her head, "You're not making this easy for me are you?" she sighed, "It wouldn't take a minute. All I do is read out what's on the contract and you either agree or you don't."

"Later."

"I must insist." Sixkiller shoved the door open and entered.

Henry 'vanished'.

"Hey!" She made a show of gasped and looking confused, "Where did he go?"

Sixkiller pretended to be frightened and bit her lip she said, "Uhh, maybe my timing was unfortunate."

With that she shot out of the house.

Dropped a very small rock just inside the door –it held it open.

The computer that controlled the door closed it shut and did not seem to notice that it wasn't sealed tight.

Sixkiller took refuge in a dumpster and hid her outer clothing in the brief case she had brought along.

And then…she morphed.

And what happened was impossibility pilled on impossibility; the morphing was logical. And not just that but as she shrunk she simultaneously transformed into a bee.

The process took less than fifteen seconds.

As a bee, Sixkiller was able to see in higher spectrums of light, her vision included a deep violet and an intense yellow. She managed to find the front door without encountering any dangers. Once she was inside the house, she traced and pinpointed the highest concentration of the strange aroma she was receiving.

She by-passed a wall by squeezing through a gap at the very bottom far left of the room. Once inside she figured a way out and into the secret room.

Her new victim was too busy monitoring the surveillance monitors, she demorphed out of sight and as a human; she struck.

Her victim had no idea what was going to come next, if only he knew that he was about to be added to the collection of prisoners Sixkiller had, he would have struggled fiercely.

After securing her victim and calling a friend, Sixkiller smiled distantly. Part of her was pleased that phase one was over, and phase two contained all the action. Phase two was the moment she had spent years planning for.

The other part of her was secretly pleased that her darkest intentions was about to come reality.

About.

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Ohhhh, her darkest intentions, doesn't sound good does it? If any of you are disappointed I didn't add details of her overpowering Mertil then sue me. Actually, I didn't have time to do it. Plus all the better stuff comes later, this part of the story will have Sixkiller in narration, I didn't have much of that in parts one or two so its all here.

If any of you have questions ask while reviewing, I'll probably provide the answers at the end of the next chapter that I post.

Something to look forward to, the next chapter reveals who the little one is; turns out Sixkiller was mocking when she referred 'him/her/it' to little one.