A half-orc discarded at birth, a fairy-elf part of neither world they both long to belong. They just want lives where they matter. They are worlds apart in everything. But together Nyc and Stel are a wrecking ball that is almost unstoppable. Part-time agents with Delta Underground Operatives they never expect more than the occasional job, until someone starts killing agents. Nyc: Offered a chance to shine, how could I refuse? I'm no one, but when our magics click my ability to fight goes to the next level. He is so elegant, intelligent, competent; why would he ever want me as a partner? Now Alder has someone killing other agents? And he is sending us? Do I celebrate working with Stel or accept we are about to die? Stel: My dad's an elf meaning tall, elegant, noble. Mom's a fairy, small, bubbly, with wings. I'm the worst of both. I'm a mage who is petite, fragile, wingless, and an eternal disappointment to both sides of my families, though they'll never actually say admit it. But I'm a decent transfiguration mage, then Alder introduces me to Nyc. Smart, powerful, intimidating, she is everything I could never be and our magics click to create a gestalt I could never imagine. However, we aren't skilled at investigations; but Alder has no one else. Hence we are going to investigate murders. But at least I'll have Nyc. Small and magical matched with strength and weapons. Someone is eliminating agents, and Alder has no one else. Can they catch the killer before they become the next victims?