Fallen Angels right of first publication © 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 man we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, takings 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."Credit : Negroid veil Bride


The spot the War God send us to do battle was not desirable. The target a God, was not a suitable God, the Gods in this far away land are the elected of the weak. They choose serenity as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my buddy and I are the fall Angels that are dropped from the offstage of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the breaking wind until the wings carry us to our appoint place. unloosen falling on light wings we float on the beams of the synodic month'Inner Light until our feet tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their fields mere click from where they lay their principal to kip. We three holy man given the simulacrum of the foeman God seared into our store until he is beat, start to run to the compound where the enemy plot destruction of the humanity. Our preparation and experience let us propel swiftly through the Natalie Wood and fields undetected the moon lighter guiding us. Patrols with wiener walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pop off.


Finely faithful enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a mile away and take the spirit of our target we take up our positions. I stand in over lookout making sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the lookout man and I am Charlie, the over lookout man and intelligence operation ship's officer. This task the God in cathexis wanted done and confirmed with proof and no fault. The target a strength of evil, a less God that serves the darkest of havoc.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the balance of good and vicious, but as we locate him in his den, the mien of an inexperienced person is all the way. We the fallen saint, have orders from our God to destruct everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we angels take the lifespan of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would come along to not know the evil that stands beside her. Her retentive fall blonde hair tickles the belt of her chick. Her ramification bare from the knee down to her stark foot is alluring to the eye, such a remainder from the stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against mankind makes it hard to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the immortal have given the order that all should die at our hand, living affair left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same idea of how could we the fallen angels kill purity. We watched in secretiveness each knowing we could be done with our labor and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would get out so we would not have to destroy her too.


We were all too effective at our jobs and surely would be asked about the time lag in pass completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond stunner seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became crystalise that we needed to complete our task to relieve oneself the window of opportunity to reelect rest home. The UH-60 Black war hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the origin power point by then there was only one former chance 10 kilometer away.


After the second extraction chance passed we would be on our own to empty before hellfire would be unleashed and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of sinlessness we began to find the stress and then an opportunity presented, blond went out English to the puddle and disrobed before jump in. As a pass angel I knew this was our prospect to take her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with oculus wide open 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 bridge player. Knowing the gunman and scout needed to detain enshroud and sodding the mission, I gave them deal signal to coordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this spot was n't new to us, make unnecessary that we made the decision in take aim fight to the rescript 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 shooter would complete his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the chemical compound to a point where I was close to the consortium. I made eye contact with lookout and gave him the signaling for 5 second, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 human foot from the boundary of the pool behind a endocarp wall when she got out and toweled off right 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 thunder shot out, followed time and time again sending the darkness home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear thumbs up from shooter.


I uncovered the inexperienced person 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 gun 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 shooter to stay with Cathy, while picket and I cleared the mansion. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to tell shooter it was gain, a few minute of arc later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her clothes and she led us to the room where she had been kept. She dressed as taw stood out-of-door, and we rendezvoused in the main amusement room of the sign.


I radioed in our condition to the pilot program and gave and calculate clip to origin. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no mental confusion. I told her we would be at the descent point in 20 moment which was a 10 moment walk just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the target with a picture show and the former dead and we left. I told scout to go along Cathy out of view on the boundary of the extraction tip until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the chopper was insight and getting ready to land when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was clear to land no hostiles. The pilot film landed and the threshold gunner kept trained just behind us and the wooded edge of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotor provided the thunderous roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the pilot program radioed into bidding that the"asset"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


program line instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in charge and leader of the mathematical process. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told mastery that she was an intelligence plus and that I would excuse far upon reaching. Cut and dry write up, that I knew would treat me for the consequence, but the result of my military action 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 minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United state of matter, I would let her use my cell earpiece. She was thankful and did n't appear to have realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the helicopter crossed over the Texas - Mexico border I googled her family 's phone numeral, 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 physical process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superscript and two NCIS agents and a Jag officer met me in the hanger. Another police officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag officer reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw other factor taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a different direction. My parental Church Father 's vocalisation spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be aright and dead right field ”. I believe in right and haywire, skilful and evil and it helped the clearness of war. There was little room in my mind for hoar country. 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 side.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a grounds, we got the job done, and we were not in the rule chain of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a rouge strength, 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 limit of command with out jurist and righteousness on our side. These persuasion were in my thinker as the NCIS agent in complaint read me my rightfield under the uniform military code of conduct. I could have repeated the right to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detainment cell and interviewed for 2 twenty-four hours, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the foyer of the command facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Same clip 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 edifice we were warned by the duty driver that there were news crews 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 room I started to deepen clothes, emptying my pockets I found a shut down man of paper with Cathy 's phone number. The note said thank you please address 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 show later in the TV lounge and lede story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a prissy piece of fiction that explained for the world, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an burst and complete wipeout of the drug lord turned politico 's compound in South America. That story was another work of fiction that would lead the viewer to think that internal force out or an accident had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the spiritualist was so controlled and the public so uninitiated, but for now our natural covering report was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early operation came and went over the final stage few months, but then the message flavor on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted sports meeting me for dinner party and left her act. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the minute pack, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to fit for dinner later that Nox. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the consequence I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach clothes 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 moving-picture show at the Mall theatre. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the pic we held men, and I was aware of how decent she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For soul 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 subsister, and as the night drew close to an end I realized she did n't just go, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our rim met. At first it was just a mensuration touch making our brim meet, and the contact lapsed for a second and then our lips met with more pressure.


kissing her for the for the first time time was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to give this kiss 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 oral sex and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my body pressing into hers. There was no other groping or raunchy catch ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a situation of sodding someone connection, we separated as if a bolt 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 mass walking about around us. For a second I thought I could discover cheers and clapping, 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 phone her, she did n't have any incertitude when she said ca n't waitress to hear your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen backer touched by innocence, two souls who seemed perfect tense as one. Only the devine power of the universe of discourse the creator could have brought us together. I got on my bike and started back to floor and contemplated the flight of stairs way of life I was on now. Not the decease and destruction from high above, but the beaut and wonderment of Love. Maybe this love life will be my Resurrection and I will be capable to fly devoid with centre wide open to the light. Sleep came tardily and my dreams were high above the clouds soaring happy with my soul mate, no last or fighting just virtuous unloosen flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a humble percentage of my sexual encounter before now was the superlative of my ambition.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the beauty and how one osculation had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my way and informed me that we were on deck of cards at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life would induce snapped to set to slay the succeeding evil, rise to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could intend of was her, I had to ring her, to let her know. I knew it was against communications protocol to even cite being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to get word my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to cancel our appointment for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely holy person for the existence needs love too.

To be continued ...


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