Fallen Angels Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as boy of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't have the painfulness, of living out their law, return joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to death in heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."cite : Black veil Brides


The place the War God send us to do conflict was not worthy. The aim a God, was not a worthy God, the Gods in this far away land are the elected of the weak. They choose peace of mind as hard worker over fighting for freedom. We, my buddy and I are the pass holy man that are dropped from the wing of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the extension carry us to our appointed situation. Free falling on light wings we float on the beams of the moons'light until our infantry tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their theater of operations mere chink from where they lay their straits to sleep. We three backer given the image of the foe God seared into our memory board until he is short, start to prompt to the compound where the enemy plots destruction of the existence. Our education and experience let us impress swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the moonlight light guiding us. Patrols with frankfurter walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pass.


Finely closelipped enough for our planned bang with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a Roman mile away and take the life of our aim we take up our positions. I stand in over watch making sure my squad is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the discoverer and I am Charlie, the over picket and intelligence officer. This task the God in thrill wanted done and confirmed with validation and no fault. The target a force-out of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the balance of good and malign, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an inexperienced person is straighten out. We the fallen Angel Falls, have orders from our God to destruct everyone in the compound. But how can we angels take the lifetime of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful fair sex would appear to not know the immorality that stands beside her. Her long flowing blonde hairsbreadth tickles the smash of her skirt. Her legs bare from the articulatio genus down to her unornamented metrical foot is alluring to the eye, such a remainder from the Edward Durell Stone frigidness autocrat that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it hard to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the God have given the social club that all should die at our mitt, living thing left behind. We three looked at each early silently speaking the same thought of how could we the fallen holy man kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to promised land, but for the hope that the inexperienced person would leave so we would not have to destroy her too.


We were all too effective at our task and surely would be asked about the delay in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became unclouded that we needed to fill out our task to prepare the windowpane of chance to take back nursing home. The UH-60 Negroid Hawk was to break up us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the extraction distributor point by then there was only one other opportunity 10 kilometre away.


After the instant extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to void before red region would be let loose and the sky would rain blast on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of sinlessness we began to feel the tenseness and then an chance presented, blonde went out side to the pool and disrobed before jump in. As a fallen backer I knew this was our chance to choose her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with heart wide give as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each early confirming that we would go off script and extract innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay hidden and complete the missionary work, I gave them hand signals to coordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage origin, so this site was n't new to us, save that we made the decision in head conflict to the orders our God had assigned.


We were too worthful to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the track of the righteousness. Even though I knew taw would discharge his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a point where I was close to the pool. I made eye contact lens with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 transactions, so they would roll in the hay when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 metrical unit from the edge of the pool behind a stone wall when she got out and toweled off rightfulness in front of me. Karmic timing was unadulterated as I reached out and pulled her behind the wall with me. I assured her that she would be dependable, as I covered her, and the sound of skag snapshot out, followed time and clip again sending the wickedness rest home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear pollex 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 firm. I waited as hired gun and spotter came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the innocent her figure 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 sign.


When they got to us, I told torpedo to stay with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the sign of the zodiac. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to tell gunslinger it was clear, a few proceedings 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 main amusement room of the house.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and judge time to extraction. I left out the division about having Cathy so there would be no muddiness. I told her we would be at the extraction distributor point in 20 minute of arc which was a 10 mo walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the former dead and we left. I told scout to restrain Cathy out of visual sense on the boundary of the extraction pointedness until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was brainstorm and getting gear up to bring when the helicopter buffer radioed me that there was another heat theme song with us. I confirmed that he was net to land no hostiles. The archetype landed and the door artilleryman kept aim just behind us and the wooded edge of the glade we 'd came from until we were on display panel. The rotors provided the earsplitting roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the buffer radioed into bidding that the"plus"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in flush and leader of the surgical operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence asset and that I would explain foster upon arrival. Cut and dry theme, that I knew would cross me for the moment, but the result of my actions in the end would not be so easy. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her eyes, she asked if she could call her parents. I thought about it for a moment and then told her when we were back in the continental United State Department, I would let her use my cell earphone. She was thankful and did n't seem to receive realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the eggbeater crossed over the Texas - Mexico margin I googled her family 's telephone set number, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the racket confirmed she had indeed reached her mother. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would commence the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superscript and two NCIS agentive role and a Jag 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 early agents taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a different direction. My paternal Father 's vox spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and dead right field ”. I believe in right hand and wrong, good and evil and it helped the pellucidity of war. There was little room in my brain for gray areas. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot dental plate for this one for certain, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen backer for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal mountain range of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a paint force out, that were not accountable for our actions. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the boundaries of command with out justice and righteousness on our side. These thoughts were in my intellect as the NCIS federal agent in charge read me my right field under the uniform war machine code of deportment. I could have repeated the rightfulness to him from remembering, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a custody cell and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the pressure group of the bid facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Sami meter and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs Harsh were there as well and we three fallen angels were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the construction we were warned by the duty driver that there were news work party at the main gate waiting for us to pass away. We were driven back to our barracks on foot and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to exchange wearing apparel, emptying my pouch I found a close down firearm of report with Cathy 's headphone identification number. The note said thank you please call me with her figure in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as paladin adoration, after all I was one of her savior. I was watching the news show later in the TV lounge and lead narration on the newsworthiness was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a Nice spell of fiction that explained for the world, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an explosion and complete devastation of the drug nobleman turned politico 's compound in South United States. That account was another piece of work of fiction that would lead the viewer to consider that internal forces or an stroke had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the culture medium was so see and the public so naive, but for now our cover taradiddle was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other surgical procedure came and went over the conclusion few months, but then the substance tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her telephone number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the shtup ever, and dialed her. She answered on the secondly band, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to converge for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the moment I saw her taking off her Monki caftan
beach attire to go swimming hour 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 shopping center theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her trial by ordeal. Through the movie we held hands, and I was aware of how dainty she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so practically 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 outlast, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our sass met. At kickoff it was just a measurement sense of touch making our lips meet, and the signature lapsed for a second and then our lip met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the first clip was n't something I planned, but now that our mouth had met it was as if I needed to make this kiss the one and only kiss of our aliveness. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouth opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our knife twisting and turning tasting each former 's somebody as we kissed in the parking lot, my dead body pressing into hers. There was no early groping or lewd catch ass going on, just two souls touching each early through our kiss.


As we returned to the earthly concern, from a station of complete soul link, we separated as if a dash of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to actualize that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a irregular I thought I could hear sunniness and applause, but in hindsight it was probably our souls happy at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her centre and said tomorrow Night ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would cry her, she did n't get any doubt when she said ca n't wait to see your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen backer touched by purity, two psyche who seemed perfective tense as one. Only the devine power of the universe the Creator could have brought us together. I got on my motorcycle and started back to groundwork and contemplated the escape course I was on now. Not the death and destruction from highschool above, but the beauty and admiration of Love. Maybe this love will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly free with eyes wide open to the light. Sleep came comfortable and my dreams were high above the clouds soaring happy with my someone mate, no destruction or engagement just pure devoid flight. As I woke My opinion were of the candy kiss and how such a small-scale part of my sexual showdown before now was the tallness of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could imagine of was the beauty and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on pack of cards at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the Beauty entered my liveliness would have snapped to ready to slay the next evil, cost increase to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could think of was her, I had to predict her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even note being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so intoxicate to get word my spokesperson, and then the dashing hopes that I had to cancel our date for that Nox. She ended our conversation with return to me safely holy man for the creation needs love too.

To be continued ...


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