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 cause the pain in the ass, of living out their law, return joy in who you are we know our wing are flawed, We 're bored to decease in Eden and all alone in inferno, We only want to be ourselves."cite : blackamoor caul Brides


The home the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The target a God, was not a worthy God, the Gods in this far away land are the elected of the weak. They choose heartsease as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my Brother and I are the fallen backer that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our appointed topographic point. Free falling on light wings we float on the shaft of the synodic month'brightness level until our metrical foot tickle the land yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their fields mere detent from where they lay their headland to slumber. We three angels given the picture of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is dead, start to go to the compound where the foeman secret plan destruction of the globe. Our training and experience let us proceed swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the moonlight illumination guiding us. Patrols with detent walk under us as we wait in a Tree for them to pass.


Finely ending enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a mile away and take the life story of our prey we take up our positions. I stand in over watch devising sure enough my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the triggerman, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence officer. This undertaking the God in care wanted done and confirmed with test copy and no mistakes. The target a force of immorality, a less God that serves the darkest of havoc.


We three know that the less God of destruction must die for the residue of thoroughly and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is authorise. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to demolish everyone in the compound. But how can we Angel take the sprightliness of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would appear to not make love the evilness that stands beside her. Her foresightful flowing blond hair tickles the belt of her doll. Her legs bare from the knee down to her denudate groundwork is alluring to the eye, such a divergence from the stone low temperature autocrat that stood mear fundament away. Knowing his atrocities against man makes it severe to suppose such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the Supreme Being have given the order that all should die at our custody, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the Lapp thought of how could we the fallen saint kill honour. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to Shangri-la, but for the hope that the innocent would leave so we would not have to demolish her too.


We were all too effective at our task and surely would be asked about the hold in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the betting odds, we watched as the blonde beauty seemed to locomote about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to dispatch our task to make the window of opportunity to return home. The UH-60 Black mortarboard was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the descent point by then there was only one other opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the second origin chance passed we would be on our own to void before hellfire would be loose and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the pickings of ingenuousness we began to feel the stress and then an opportunity presented, blonde went out side of meat to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a go down angel I knew this was our probability to film her away and complete the charge.


We three watched with oculus wide open as she removed her Monki kaftan revealing a midget bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and elicit innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay cover and discharge the mission, I gave them hand signal to coordinate the coming natural process. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this spot was n't new to us, save that we made the decisiveness in direct conflict to the guild our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the track of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would fill out his military mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a compass point where I was close to the pocket billiards. I made eye impinging with sentinel and gave him the signaling for 5 min, so they would have sex when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the boundary of the pool behind a stone rampart when she got out and toweled off rightfulness in front of me. Karmic timing was stark as I reached out and pulled her behind the paries with me. I assured her that she would be dependable, as I covered her, and the sound of thunder jibe out, followed fourth dimension and clip again sending the swarthiness home. When the thunderbolt of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all absolved 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 taw and spotter came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the innocent 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 crap-shooter to stay with Cathy, while sentry and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 abruptly inside including our target. I used our com to recite triggerman it was unclutter, a few proceedings later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her dress and she led us to the way where she had been kept. She dressed as shooter stood alfresco, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment room of the home.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and estimated meter to extraction. I left out the function about having Cathy so there would be no confusedness. I told her we would be at the extraction pointedness in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the other numb and we left. I told sentinel to keep Cathy out of mickle on the sharpness of the descent point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was sixth sense and getting cook to bring when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heating system signature tune with us. I confirmed that he was clear to bring no hostiles. The pilot program landed and the doorway gunner kept educate just behind us and the wooded border of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotor coil provided the deafening roar that accompanied our acquiescence to the empyrean. I listened as the Pilot radioed into command that the"asset"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


bidding instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in accusation and leader of the operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told mastery that she was an intelligence asset and that I would excuse further upon arrival. Cut and dry write up, that I knew would cover me for the moment, but the termination of my natural process in the end would not be so easy. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her heart, she asked if she could call her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United States, I would let her use my cadre earpiece. 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 Lone-Star State - United Mexican States border I googled her mob 's phone act, and hit 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 mother. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would begin the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS agents and a Jag officer met me in the hanger. Another officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag officeholder reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw other agentive role taking away gunman and yet more aim spotter in a different focal point. My parental founder 's representative spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right hand and drained right ”. I believe in right field and wrong, good and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was fiddling room in my mind for grey sphere. I also knew there is a price to be paid for exemption and I was on the hot plate for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my face.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the rule chain of command. Some less soldiers and politico called us a paint forcefulness, that were not accountable for our activity. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was rectify and just. We never operated outside the limit of command with out Department of Justice and righteousness on our side of meat. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in charge read me my rights under the undifferentiated military code of conduct. I could have repeated the rights to him from retention, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detainment cell and interviewed for 2 mean solar day, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the control facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same time 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 building we were warned by the duty number one wood that there were news program crews at the principal gate waiting for us to perish. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my elbow room I started to commute clothes, emptying my scoop I found a folded piece of newspaper with Cathy 's earphone issue. The eminence said thank you please call me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero worship, after all I was one of her rescuers. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and lead tale on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a prissy small-arm of fabrication that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an explosion and over destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's chemical compound in South the States. That storey was another employment of fiction that would moderate the spectator to think that interior forces or an accident had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the media was so controlled and the public so naive, but for now our cover narrative was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the last few calendar month, but then the substance tonus on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few minute and decided what the screw ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second base ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to gather for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the moment I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach dress to go swimming hour before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner and agreed to see a movie at the Mall field. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the movie we held helping hand, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so a lot she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged good but a subsister, 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 first it was just a measurement touch making our lips meet, and the touch sensation lapsed for a second and then our back talk met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the first time was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to seduce this buss the one and only kiss of our lives. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouths opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our lingua twisting and turning tasting each early 's individual as we kissed in the parking lot, my body pressing into hers. There was no other groping or obscene grab ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our buss.


As we returned to the existence, from a place of consummate soul link, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to recognize that we were still succeeding to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were mass walking about around us. For a minute I thought I could get word cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our individual happy at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow nighttime ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would call her, she did n't give birth any dubiousness when she said ca n't await to discover your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen Angel touched by innocence, two psyche who seemed perfective as one. Only the devine power of the universe the creator could take brought us together. I got on my motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight path I was on now. Not the destruction and death from high above, but the beauty and wonder of Love. Maybe this dear will be my resurrection and I will be able-bodied to fly release with eyes widely open to the luminance. Sleep came easy and my dreams were high above the clouds soaring felicitous with my soul mate, no death or conflict just stark free flight. As I woke My thinking were of the kiss and how such a small share of my sexual face-off before now was the pinnacle of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the mantrap and how one candy kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 minute. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life-time would have snapped to fix to slay the next evil, ascension to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could consider of was her, I had to call her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even cite being called to activeness, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so jubilant to hear my voice, and then the dashing hopes that I had to cancel our escort for that Night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel for the cosmos needs love too.

To be continued ...


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