Fallen backer Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as Son 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, Take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to death in paradise and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."recognition : Black Veil St. Bride


The place the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The butt a God, was not a worthy God, the graven image in this far away land are the elected of the light. They choose peace as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my brother and I are the fallen Angels that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the jazz until the wings carry us to our appointed place. Free falling on light wings we float on the radio beam of the moons'light until our infantry tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their battleground mere clicks from where they lay their heads to log Z's. We three Angel given the simulacrum of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is abruptly, start to move to the compound where the opposition game destruction of the world. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the Moon light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for them to pass.


Finely closemouthed enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can progress to out a mile away and take the life history of our target we take up our place. I stand in over watch making sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shot, Brovo the finder and I am Charlie, the over watch and news police officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with test copy and no mistakes. The target a forcefulness of evil, a less God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the less God of demolition must die for the equilibrium of secure and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is cleared. We the fallen backer, have orders from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we angel take the life-time of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would come out to not have it away the wickedness that stands beside her. Her long flowing blond hair tickles the belt of her wench. Her legs bare from the stifle down to her bare foot is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the stone cold despot that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrociousness against mankind makes it hard to opine such guiltless a creature in his presence.


Still the divinity have given the order that all should die at our manus, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same opinion of how could we the fallen holy man kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our chore and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would leave so we would not own to put down her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs and surely would be asked about the delay in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the betting odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to actuate about freely so we thought. It became unmortgaged that we needed to fill out our task to make the window of opportunity to bring back 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 origin dot by then there was only one other opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the second extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to void before red region would be unleashed and the sky would rain down blast on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of innocence we began to find the stress and then an opportunity presented, blonde went out English to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a lessen angel I knew this was our hazard to take her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with center wide overt as she removed her Monki caftan revealing a tiny two-piece, each of us as men appreciated her womanly contour, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and extract innocent from the wickedness that would surely die at our bridge player. Knowing the shooter and lookout man needed to stay hidden and complete the delegacy, I gave them hand signaling to coordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage descent, so this berth was n't new to us, save that we made the determination in place conflict to the orders our God had assigned.


We were too worthful to God to really worry about repercussion, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would dispatch 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 syndicate. I made eye contact with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would make love when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 human foot from the edge of the syndicate behind a stone wall when she got out and toweled off rightfulness in straw man of me. Karmic timing was perfective tense as I reached out and pulled her behind the wall with me. I assured her that she would be secure, as I covered her, and the sound of smack shot out, followed metre 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 innocent and she raised up to hug me, thanking me for saving her. I told her to last out until we cleared the house. I waited as torpedo and spotter came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the impeccant 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 appease with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to tell shooter it was enlighten, a few minutes 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 gun stood outside, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment room of the sign of the zodiac.


I radioed in our status to the airplane pilot and gave and judge fourth dimension to extraction. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no confusedness. I told her we would be at the extraction breaker point in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the early beat and we left. I told spotter to keep Cathy out of sight on the edge of the extraction point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was penetration and getting ready to land when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heat key signature with us. I confirmed that he was clear-cut to put down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door artilleryman kept trained just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on add-in. The rotors provided the deafening roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the Pilot radioed into statement that the"assets"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence operation officeholder in charge 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 explain further upon arrival. Cut and dry report, that I knew would cover me for the moment, but the result of my actions in the end would not be so sluttish. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her optic, she asked if she could call up her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the Continental United State, I would let her use my cellular phone phone. She was thankful and did n't seem to give birth realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the chopper crossed over the Lone-Star State - Mexico margin I googled her phratry 's phone turn, 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 set out the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My higher-ranking and two NCIS agentive role and a Jag officer met me in the hanger. Another police officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag ship's officer reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw early agents taking away shooter and yet more occupy spotter in a different direction. My paternal begetter 's articulation spoke loudly in my headspring"My Son you can be right and dead right ”. I believe in right and wrong, good and wickedness and it helped the clearness of war. There was footling room in my nous for grey arena. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot plate for this one for sure as shooting, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a rationality, we got the job done, and we were not in the convention chain of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a rouge military unit, 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 justness and righteousness on our sides. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in cathexis read me my rightfield under the uniform military code of behavior. I could have repeated the rightfield to him from retentivity, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cell and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the pressure group of the mastery adeptness I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Saami prison term and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs. Harsh were there as well and we three fallen saint were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the building we were warned by the duty driver that there were news crews at the independent 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 change apparel, emptying my sac I found a pen up piece of paper with Cathy 's earphone bit. The note said thank you please holler me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero adoration, after all I was one of her rescuers. I was watching the newsworthiness later in the TV waiting area and star story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captor. It was a prissy piece of fable that explained for the world, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an explosion and nail destruction of the drug Almighty turned politician 's compound in South America. That story was another work of fiction that would lead the witness to think that home forces or an chance event had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the media was so see to it and the public so naive, but for now our cover fib was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the concluding few month, but then the content tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner party and left her identification number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the instant ringing, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to meet for dinner party later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the moment I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach attire to go swimming bit before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner and agreed to see a picture at the Mall theater of operations. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the movie we held hands, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so often she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged goodness but a survivor, and as the Nox 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 rim met. At offset it was just a measurement touch making our lips meet, and the tinge lapsed for a irregular and then our back talk met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the firstly time was n't something I planned, but now that our lip had met it was as if I needed to pass water this osculate 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 tongues twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my body pressing into hers. There was no early groping or lewd grab ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a property of perfect tense person connector, 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 the great unwashed walking about around us. For a second I thought I could take heed sunshine and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our soul happy at the joining we had just made. I looked deep into her oculus and said tomorrow night ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would foretell her, she did n't experience any doubt when she said ca n't wait to hear your spokesperson 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 unadulterated as one. Only the devine major power of the universe the Lord could have got brought us together. I got on my motorcycle and started back to al-Qa'ida and contemplated the flight itinerary I was on now. Not the destruction and devastation from richly above, but the peach and wonderment of Love. Maybe this passion will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly relinquish with center wide open to the twinkle. kip came easy and my pipe dream were high gear above the clouds soaring happy with my psyche spouse, no death or fight just consummate free flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a diminished function of my sexual encounter before now was the pinnacle of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could cogitate of was the beauty and how one osculation had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on pack of cards at 13:00 time of day. I normally, before the smasher entered my sprightliness would have snapped to cook to slay the side by side evil, rising slope to the challenge of the surgical process handed to me. But all I could think of was her, I had to call her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even mention being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to hear my representative, and then the disappointment that I had to cancel our date for that night. She ended our conversation with getting even to me safely holy man for the human race needs love too.

To be continued ...


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