Fallen Angel Falls copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this Earth we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, return joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to dying in heaven and all alone in inferno, We only want to be ourselves."course credit : Black caul Brides


The spot the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The target a God, was not a suitable God, the Gods in this far away acres are the elected of the feeble. They choose pacification as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the fallen backer that are dropped from the flank of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the breaking wind until the wing carry us to our appointed spot. Free falling on light flank we float on the beams of the lunar month'light until our feet tickle the world yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their theatre of operations mere detent from where they lay their header to kip. We three holy person given the epitome of the enemy God seared into our store until he is numb, set off to impress to the compound where the enemy plots demolition of the world. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the woods and Fields undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with firedog walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pass.


Finely close enough for our planned hit with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a mile away and take the living of our target area we take up our office. I stand in over watch qualification sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the hitman, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over ticker and intelligence military officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with proof and no mistakes. The object a force of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of havoc.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the Libra the Scales of good and iniquity, but as we locate him in his den, the presence of an innocent is clear. We the fallen angel, have ordination from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we holy person take the life of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the early.


The inexperienced person, a beautiful char would seem to not love the evil that stands beside her. Her long flow blond hair tickles the smash of her skirt. Her legs bare from the articulatio genus down to her bare fundament is alluring to the eye, such a dispute from the gem frigidness tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it hard to imagine such destitute a creature in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the decree that all should die at our hired hand, living matter left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the like intellection of how could we the fallen angels kill sinlessness. We watched in secrecy each knowing we could be done with our job and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the inexperienced person would depart so we would not give birth to ruin her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs and surely would be asked about the delay in pass completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the betting odds, we watched as the blonde ravisher seemed to affect about freely so we thought. It became enlighten that we needed to discharge our task to make the window of opportunity to return household. The UH-60 Shirley Temple hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the extraction point by then there was only one other opportunity 10 klick away.


After the arcsecond extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to empty before red region would be unleashed and the sky would rain attack on our op. Still weighing our delegacy against the taking of innocence we began to sense the stress and then an chance presented, blond went out English to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a fallen angel I knew this was our chance to take her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with heart wide open as she removed her Monki caftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly form, and looked to each former confirming that we would go off book and extract innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our manpower. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay obscure and complete the delegacy, I gave them hand signals to coordinate the coming natural process. We were trained experts in hostage descent, so this office was n't new to us, save that we made the decision in direct conflict to the parliamentary procedure our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about reverberation, and we were following the itinerary of the righteousness. Even though I knew hit man would make out his foreign mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a head where I was close to the pool. I made eye liaison with sentinel and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would eff when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 metrical foot from the edge of the puddle behind a endocarp wall when she got out and toweled off right in front of me. Karmic timing was sodding as I reached out and pulled her behind the wall with me. I assured her that she would be safe, as I covered her, and the audio of big H dig out, followed time and time again sending the wickedness home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear thumbs up from shooter.


I uncovered the innocent and she raised up to hug me, thanking me for saving her. I told her to stay until we cleared the house. I waited as shooter and sentinel came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the guiltless her name and she told me Cathy Harsh and that she 'd been kidnapped 6 yrs ago. I asked her if she knew the man who kidnapped her and she said no but he had sold her to the man inside, motioning to the house.


When they got to us, I told shooter to stick with Cathy, while discoverer and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 drained inside including our target. I used our com to tell shooter it was clear, a few minutes later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her wearing apparel and she led us to the room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood outside, and we rendezvoused in the chief entertainment room of the house.


I radioed in our position to the pilot and gave and reckon time to extraction. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no disarray. I told her we would be at the extraction tip in 20 bit which was a 10 minute walk just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the prey with a word-painting and the other suddenly and we left. I told spotter to celebrate Cathy out of heap on the edge of the extraction head until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was insight and getting ready to shoot down when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was authorise to bring no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door machine gunner kept trained just behind us and the wooded edge of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on add-in. The rotor provided the thunderous roar that accompanied our acquiescence to the heavens. I listened as the pilot light radioed into command that the"assets"were on plug-in with one civilian accompanying.


mastery instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officeholder in thrill and leader of the mathematical operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence plus and that I would explain further upon arrival. Cut and dry report, that I knew would cover me for the mo, but the result of my legal action in the end would not be so easy. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her eye, she asked if she could call her parents. I thought about it for a arcminute and then told her when we were back in the continental United land, I would let her use my cellular telephone phone. She was grateful and did n't seem to have realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the helicopter crossed over the TX - Mexico border I googled her family 's headphone act, and hit telephone dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the noise confirmed she had indeed reached her female parent. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would get the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My master and two NCIS agentive role and a Jag police officer met me in the hanger. Another officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag officer reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw former agents taking away hit man and yet more get hold of spotter in a dissimilar counselling. My paternal father 's phonation spoke loudly in my top dog"My Son you can be right and dead right ”. I believe in right and incorrect, soundly and vicious and it helped the clarity of war. There was little room in my psyche for grey areas. I also knew there is a cost to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot photographic plate for this one for sure enough, but righteousness was on my face.


They chose the Fallen angel for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal Chain of command. Some less soldiers and politicians called us a rouge power, that were not accountable for our action at law. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the edge of statement with out justice and righteousness on our position. These thoughts were in my creative thinker as the NCIS agentive role in charge read me my rights under the consistent military code of conduct. I could have repeated the rightfulness to him from memory board, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a custody electric cell and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the command quickness I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same prison term and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs. Harsh were there as well and we three fallen holy man were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the edifice we were warned by the duty driver that there were news program bunch at the main logic gate waiting for us to exit. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my elbow room I started to convert clothes, emptying my pockets I found a turn up piece of paper with Cathy 's phone number. The note said thank you please call me with her epithet in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hoagy worship, after all I was one of her rescuers. I was watching the word later in the TV waiting area and jumper lead story on the word was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice piece of fiction that explained for the populace, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an explosion and complete destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's chemical compound in south America. That write up was another work of fiction that would guide the viewer to believe that national forces or an accident had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the mass medium was so controlled and the public so naive, but for now our cover narration was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as former operations came and went over the last few months, but then the message tone of voice on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few bit and decided what the nooky ever, and dialed her. She answered on the sec ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to run into for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the bit I saw her taking off her Monki Kaftan
beach frock to go swimming minutes before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner party and agreed to see a movie at the plaza theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her trial by ordeal. Through the film we held manpower, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so much she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged goods but a survivor, and as the Night drew close to an end I realized she did n't just survive, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our lips met. At low gear it was just a mensuration feeling making our lips sports meeting, and the jot lapsed for a back and then our lips met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the initiatory time was n't something I planned, but now that our sassing had met it was as if I needed to form this kiss the one and only candy kiss of our biography. Soft at first and then turning slightly our back talk opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our tongue twisting and turning tasting each other 's soul as we kissed in the parking lot, my torso pressing into hers. There was no other groping or lewd grab ass going on, just two somebody touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the domain, from a place of perfect psyche connection, we separated as if a dash of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to actualise that we were still succeeding to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were masses walking about around us. For a 2nd I thought I could hear cheer and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our person happy at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her center and said tomorrow Nox ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would call her, she did n't have any dubiety when she said ca n't hold off to learn your vocalisation again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by innocence, two souls who seemed staring as one. Only the devine magnate of the universe the Maker could have brought us together. I got on my motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the trajectory path I was on now. Not the death and end from high above, but the beauty and admiration of making love. Maybe this sexual love will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly free with oculus wide outdoors to the brightness. sopor came soft and my dreams were high above the cloud soaring glad with my soul better half, no expiry or fight just pure discharge flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a minuscule part of my sexual confrontation before now was the stature of my ambition.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my stand and got showered all I could call up of was the looker and how one candy kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck of cards at 13:00 60 minutes. I normally, before the peach entered my life would feature snapped to set to slay the next wickedness, hike to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could believe of was her, I had to call her, to let her know. I knew it was against communications protocol to even mention being called to natural process, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so jubilant to get wind my vox, and then the disappointment that I had to cancel our date for that nighttime. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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