Mark Del Franco - Skin Deep (Laura Blackstone, Book 1)

Skin Deep

(The first book in the Laura Blackstone series)

(2009)

A novel by

Mark Del Franco

A THRILLING NEW URBAN FANTASY SERIES FROM THE AUTHOR OF UNFALLEN DEAD

AND UNQUIET DREAMS.

She'll need to keep up appearances - if she wants to stay alive...

Being an undercover agent has its occupational hazards, but Laura Blackstone makes it look easy. As a spy for a fey intelligence agency, she uses her magical abilities to create disguises that are skin deep

glamours that must never be compromised. But when Laura's worlds collide she'll have more to worry about than retiring an identity; she may just lose her life.

AS SHE LEANED back in her seat, the vans motion vibrated against the base of Laura Blackstones skull. She rocked her head, hoping it would soothe her tense muscles. It didnt. Odors tickled her nose-the scents of hot electronics, clean gun oil, and leather uniforms. If someone blindfolded her and spun her around, shed still know immediately that she was inside a SWAT-team van.

She couldnt see outside the van, but she didnt need to sightsee in Anacostia. With years of law enforcement under her belt, she knew all of Washington, D.C.s neighborhoods well. The historic Anacostia had its share of crime and urban blight mixed in with bland strip malls and expensive homes.

This time, the neighborhood had a drug lab that the local SWAT team wanted taken down. Nothing unusual about that-it was what SWAT teams did. And since Captain Aaron Foyle needed specialized backup, he called someone he could rely on: Laura Blackstone. Actually, he called Janice Crawford.

That was the persona Laura used when she worked with the local D.C. SWAT team.

Laura looked at the men in the van and, not for the first time, wondered what humans thought of her, really thought of her. Did they see the person behind the ability? Or was she always perceived as this fey being who manipulated essence, some inhuman thing with the power to perform what they believed was magic?

After over a century of coexistence with humans, the fey were still feared and misunderstood. Unlike most fey, Laura wasnt technically from Faerie-she had been born and raised in the United States, an American citizen. That helped smooth the way in most social situations since she didnt have the same cultural baggage as the Old Ones-the fey originally from Faerie. Laura and the other here-born fey fit into the modern world, and whats more, they wanted to fit in. They could pass.

And Laura passed as human better than most fey. Druids didnt look different. They didnt have long, pointed ears like Teutonic elves or strange-colored skin like the solitary fey. They didnt fly like the Celtic fairy clans. They didnt have wings at all. The difference between druids and humans-between Laura and humans-was that she manipulated essence, and they didnt. Couldnt.

Tapping into the inherent energy around them, the fey used essence to fly or to fight or simply to turn on the lights. What was as natural to Laura as breathing, humans called magic. She couldnt understand their fear.

As they neared their target, the tension built in the van. Laura pulled at her flak jacket, trying to adjust it so it fit more comfortably. Again. They werent made for women. Conversations muted or faded away as the other team members readied for the assault. Everyone dealt with those last few minutes differently.

Laura was glad no one in the group was a talker. The less small talk she made, the fewer details she had to commit to memory for the Janice Crawford persona. Instead, she spent her time mentally reviewing her agenda for the next days meeting at the Guildhouse.

When the public saw Laura Blackstone-the actual Laura Blackstone-it only ever saw a public-relations director for the Fey Guild. Her role was to put a good face on fey activities. Some people thought that meant making excuses for whatever trouble the fairies and elves and other fey got into. Laura liked to think it was a matter of perspective.

Sometime in the early part of the twentieth century, the realm of Faerie merged with modern reality.

No one knew what had happened to cause what came to be known as Convergence, although it was clear it was something that had occurred in Faerie. Over the next hundred years, the fey moved out into the greater world and became part of the social and political landscape. In order to gain human allies and assure people that the fey meant no harm, the Seelie Court established the Guild to respond to concerns raised by both humans and the fey.

The Guild played many different roles. It served as the diplomatic embassy for High Queen Maeve of the Seelie Court at Tara, the fairy queen who rarely ventured outside her mist-shrouded home in Ireland.

The Guild also worked as a policing force on the local level for magic-related crimes committed by the fey.

But for criminal activity on the international level, the Seelie Court, along with the governments of other nations, provided law-enforcement staff to the International Global Security Agency-InterSec-to investigate and resolve criminal activities wherever needed. And Laura Blackstone was one of InterSecs best operatives.

By day, Laura sent out press releases. But by night, she had another life as an agent with InterSec, which no one at the Guild knew about. Only a few outside InterSec knew Laura Blackstone worked undercover. She had spent years keeping it that way.

The SWAT teams intelligence had uncovered information that the drug lab had two brownies as security. Brownies were low-powered Celtic fey. From an essence point of view, they had enormous stamina, great organizational skills, and other rudimentary essence abilities. They were useful as security guards dealing with humans, but for someone with druidic training, brownies werent much to worry about.

Laura overheard enough of Captain Foyles radio conversation to know they were close to the mission target. Foyle rose from his seat as the van slowed and stopped. Arrived.

The tactical team stood, guns ready, black helmet visors down. They hopped out on silent-soled shoes, adjusting gas masks into place as they moved into formation. Foyle grabbed Lauras arm at the door.

Wheres your gun, Crawford?

Laura turned her visored face to him. She knew the staff file Foyle had reviewed, one of several different rsums she maintained for different personas. It didnt tell her whole story. Foyle didnt need to know Laura was an expert marksman-which wasnt part of her Janice bio. That was not why she worked with SWAT teams. As far as Foyle was concerned, all Laura-Janice-did was work essence. As a druid, she had a long list of skills that came with her heritage. She could pull energy out of organic material-even people if circumstances were dire-and channel it into bolts of burning essence. Or she could use that same energy force to create a barrier of hardened essence to protect herself and others. If Foyle needed someone to shoot a gun, she wasnt going to waste her time doing it for him. Plenty of humans were expert marksmen. I dont use one.

To his credit, Foyle didnt show any anger. You have enough essence ability to overcome interference from metal. Take the Uzi pistol, at least.

Metal, particularly iron, complicated using essence. Unless, as Foyle said, someone had enough ability to overcome its effects, metal warped the aim of an essence-bolt or caused a spell to fail. Laura had no problem with metal at all. The Janice persona profile gave her enough ability to be competent against it.

Laura didnt change the tone of her voice. If you saw my file, you also saw Ive never shot anyone. I dont intend to start tonight. We do our job right, I wont need a gun.