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A three-and-a-half months pregnant Anya walked around the armoury office hoping to catch Marco. She hadn't seen him in a while, and needed to make sure that he was looking after his prothetics properly. Not Marco-properly, but up to Anya's standards. Marco had a tendeny to keep his guns pristine, but not much else. Even the ladies he saw were dirty.
"Marco, there's a lady here to see you," Anya called out in a sing-song voice. She didn't expect a response, but she could easily find out where Marco was by using a computer. The disadvantages to Marco of being not quite human were joys of delight to Anya. She sat down on a table and waited. She was going back to America in two days, back to the doctors, back to her home. Not to her husband though, he usually wandered off, not liking staying in one place doing one tings for a while he was constantly working, getting bits and bobs that were needed, or completely irrelevant even for a rainy day.

Anya looked down and played with the ring on her finger. It hadn't cost much, but the emotional factors were immense. Would she change things? Maybe, but it wouldn't be the same. Anya pulled Marco's wedding present to her out of her boot and looked at it. A small, silver, shiny dagger with a wavy blade and a dragon on the handle. Two emerald eyes glinted in the light. It was an expensive gift, but no one was allowed to know where it came from. Ill-gotten gains anya suspected, but the gesture was with the best intent, and Anya appreciated it. It also meant that she could protect herself a bit more if necessary. Spinning the knife in her hand she lined it up with an empty area on the desk and pretended to throw it.