Fallen Angels Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earthly concern like lightning, on this reality 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 decease in Heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."credit : Shirley Temple caul Brides


The place the War God send us to do struggle was not worthy. The mark a God, was not a desirable God, the idol in this far away demesne are the elected of the faint. They choose ataraxis as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the fallen Angels that are dropped from the wing of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the confidential information until the wings carry us to our appointed place. Free falling on dismount wings we float on the balance beam of the Sun Myung Moon'luminosity until our feet tickle the ground yet again.


The foeman does n't hear us floating into their bailiwick mere clicks from where they lay their heads to sleep. We three holy person given the range of a function of the opposition God seared into our retention until he is dead, commence to impress to the compound where the enemy plot of ground wipeout of the macrocosm. Our breeding and experience let us run swiftly through the woods and bailiwick undetected the moonlight light guiding us. Patrols with blackguard walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to blow over.


Finely nigh enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of nose drops, that can strive out a mile away and acquire the life of our fair game we take up our positions. I stand in over watch qualification certainly my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the picket and I am Charlie, the over watch and news officer. This labor the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with test copy and no mistakes. The target a force of evilness, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the less God of destruction must die for the balance of good and wickedness, but as we locate him in his lair, the bearing of an innocent is clear. We the fallen angels, have orderliness from our God to ruin everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we angels take the life of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the former.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would come out to not know the iniquity that stands beside her. Her recollective run blond hair's-breadth tickles the belt of her skirt. Her legs bare from the articulatio genus down to her bare infantry is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the stone cold tyrant that stood mear fundament away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it hard to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the order that all should die at our bridge player, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same thought process of how could we the fallen angels kill honour. We watched in secrecy each knowing we could be done with our project and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would leave so we would not give to demolish her too.


We were all too efficient at our occupation and surely would be asked about the postponement in windup, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blonde looker seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became straighten out that we needed to nail our task to make the windowpane of chance to return dwelling. The UH-60 blackness hawk was to find fault 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 early opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the moment extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to empty before hellfire would be let loose and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of naturalness we began to feel the stress and then an chance presented, Blonde went out side to the kitty and disrobed before jumping in. As a lessen angel I knew this was our fortune to look at her away and complete the deputation.


We three watched with eyes extensive opened as she removed her Monki caftan revealing a diminutive bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off handwriting and extract innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our bridge player. Knowing the shooter and watch needed to stay hidden and pure the commission, I gave them hand signals to coordinate the coming action at law. We were trained experts in surety extraction, so this position was n't new to us, redeem that we made the determination in direct conflict to the orderliness our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really vex about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew hit man would fill out his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a pointedness where I was close to the pool. I made eye contact with scout and gave him the sign for 5 minutes, so they would have a go at it when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the edge of the pool behind a Harlan Fiske Stone wall when she got out and toweled off right field in front of me. Karmic timing was perfect 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 sound of thunder shot out, followed meter and prison term again sending the darkness family. When the deadbolt of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all crystalize 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 gunman and spotter came down from the Tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the clean-handed 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 delay with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the star sign. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to tell taw it was clear, a few minutes later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her dress and she led us to the elbow room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood outside, and we rendezvoused in the master entertainment room of the house.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and judge metre to extraction. I left out the percentage about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the extraction stage in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walking just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the objective with a picture and the early dead and we left. I told sentry to keep Cathy out of sight on the boundary of the extraction point 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 burner radioed me that there was another hotness touch with us. I confirmed that he was clear to down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door cannoneer kept discipline just behind us and the wooded bound of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on plank. The rotor provided the thunderous roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the archetype radioed into command that the"Assets"were on display panel with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in boot and leader of the operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told instruction that she was an intelligence asset and that I would explain further upon arriver. Cut and dry study, that I knew would cover me for the moment, but the result 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 oculus, 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 cell phone. She was grateful 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 - United Mexican States border I googled her family 's speech sound identification number, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the dissonance 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 agentive role and a Jag officer met me in the hanger. Another officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag police officer reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw other agents taking away shot and yet more take aim watch in a different focussing. My paternal Padre 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be compensate and utterly right ”. I believe in right wing and amiss, undecomposed and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was piffling room in my mind for grey arena. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot collection plate for this one for for certain, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal range of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a blusher force, 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 DoJ and righteousness on our sides. These thought were in my psyche as the NCIS broker in electric charge read me my rights under the uniform military codification of deportment. I could give birth repeated the right hand to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cell and interviewed for 2 twenty-four hour period, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the entrance hall of the command facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same 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 building we were warned by the duty device driver that there were news gang 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 vary apparel, emptying my pockets I found a folded slice of paper with Cathy 's phone numeral. The note 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 rescuer. I was watching the news later in the TV couch and extend story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a overnice bit of fabrication that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another storey about an explosion and everlasting destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's compound in Confederacy America. That taradiddle was another piece of work of fiction that would lead the viewer to consider that internal forces or an accident had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the sensitive was so command and the populace so uninitiated, but for now our cover story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early operations came and went over the death few calendar month, but then the subject matter tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few instant and decided what the screw ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to meet 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 frock to go swimming minute of arc 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 theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the moving picture we held deal, and I was aware of how dainty she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For soul who had been through so a good deal she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged commodity but a survivor, and as the nighttime drew close to an end I realized she did n't just subsist, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our lips met. At offset it was just a measurement spot making our brim meet, and the touch 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 wee-wee 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 spine of her nous and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my soundbox 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 humans, from a place of perfect soulfulness connectedness, we separated as if a deadbolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to realize that we were still adjacent to her car in the parking lot of the plaza, and there were people walking about around us. For a instant I thought I could hear cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our individual happy at the connector we had just made. I looked deep into her heart and said tomorrow dark ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would phone her, she did n't deliver any incertitude when she said ca n't wait to hear your vocalization again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by whiteness, two person who seemed sodding as one. Only the devine business leader of the universe the Maker could cause brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight of stairs path I was on now. Not the death and devastation from high above, but the beauty and wonderment of Love. Maybe this Love will be my resurrection and I will be capable to fly free with center encompassing undefendable to the Light Within. slumber came easy and my pipe dream were high school above the clouds soaring happy with my somebody mate, no expiry or fight just pure free flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the buss and how such a small part of my sexual encounter before now was the height of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the looker and how one buss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my elbow room and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life-time would have snapped to ready to slay the next evil, rise 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 protocol to even advert being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to hear my vocalism, and then the disappointment that I had to set off our escort for that night. She ended our conversation with rejoinder to me safely Angel for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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