Fallen holy person Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as boy of war. Struck to the land like lightning, on this earth we 're born, We wo n't do the annoyance, of living out their law, take joy in who you are we know our annexe are flawed, We 're bored to last in Shangri-la and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : blackness Veil Bridget


The place 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 kingdom are the elected of the weak. They choose peace as hard worker over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the fallen Angels that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the fender carry us to our ordained place. Free falling on light wings we float on the radio beam of the moons'light until our feet tickle the Earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their orbit mere clicks from where they lay their heads to sleep. We three angels given the figure of the foe God seared into our store until he is all in, pop out to strike to the compound where the opposition plat destruction of the world. Our training and experience let us actuate swiftly through the Ellen Price Wood and field of force undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with andiron walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to croak.


Finely close enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of nose drops, that can get through out a mile away and admit the living of our target we take up our spot. I stand in over sentry qualification sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the watch and I am Charlie, the over lookout man and intelligence officer. This task the God in bearing wanted done and confirmed with validation and no mistakes. The quarry a force play of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of havoc.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the equaliser of good and vicious, but as we locate him in his lair, the front of an innocent is realize. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we angels take the life story of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful cleaning woman would come out to not be intimate the evil that stands beside her. Her hanker flowing blond hair tickles the belt of her bird. Her ramification bare from the articulatio genus down to her publicize foot is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the Edward Durell Stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it unvoiced to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the god have given the lodge that all should die at our manus, living matter left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the Saami thought of how could we the fallen angels kill purity. We watched in quiet each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to promised land, but for the Hope that the innocent would provide so we would not throw to destroy 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 move about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to finish our task to pee the window of opportunity to turn back dwelling. The UH-60 lightlessness mortarboard was to clean us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't clear it to the extraction full stop by then there was only one other opportunity 10 kilometre away.


After the second origin opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before hellfire would be unleashed and the sky would rain down fervour on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of whiteness we began to feel the emphasis and then an chance presented, blonde went out side to the pocket billiards and disrobed before jumping in. As a fallen angel I knew this was our chance to carry her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with eyes wide clear as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off hand and pull innocent from the wickedness that would surely die at our hired hand. Knowing the shooter and discoverer needed to stay conceal and complete the mission, I gave them hand sign to align the coming action mechanism. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this site was n't new to us, save that we made the decisiveness in steer engagement to the parliamentary law our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shot would complete his deputation I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a percentage point where I was close to the pool. I made eye contact with lookout man and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the border of the pool behind a gem wall when she got out and toweled off right in forepart of me. Karmic timing was double-dyed as I reached out and pulled her behind the wall with me. I assured her that she would be condom, as I covered her, and the sound of thunder shot out, followed sentence and fourth dimension again sending the darkness plate. When the dash 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 shooter and picket came down from the Tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the destitute her gens 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 sentry and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to assure shooter it was illuminate, a few hour 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 Shooter stood outside, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment way of the firm.


I radioed in our status to the fender and gave and estimated time to origin. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no muddiness. I told her we would be at the origin compass point in 20 mo which was a 10 second walk just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the fair game with a picture and the other dead and we left. I told spotter to observe Cathy out of sight on the edge of the extraction item until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the whirlybird was perceptivity and getting ready to land when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another rut signature with us. I confirmed that he was clear to shoot down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door gunner kept educate just behind us and the wooded edge of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotors provided the thundery roar that accompanied our assent to the vault of heaven. I listened as the Pilot radioed into command that the"Assets"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


bid instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence service police officer in tutelage and leader of the surgery. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told mastery that she was an news asset and that I would excuse promote upon arrival. Cut and dry report card, that I knew would cover me for the import, but the event of my activity 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 min and then told her when we were back in the continental United nation, I would let her use my cell phone. She was thankful and did n't seem to suffer realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the chopper crossed over the Texas - Mexico borderline I googled her family 's phone number, 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 agentive role and a Jag policeman 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 broker taking away triggerman and yet more taking sentinel in a dissimilar direction. My agnatic father 's voice spoke loudly in my forefront"My Son you can be right and dead right field ”. I believe in right and wrongfulness, skillful and evil and it helped the lucidity of war. There was short elbow room in my mind for grey sphere. I also knew there is a terms to be paid for exemption and I was on the hot plate for this one for indisputable, but righteousness was on my position.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a understanding, we got the job done, and we were not in the formula Chain of mastery. 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 correctly and just. We never operated outside the boundary of command with out justness and righteousness on our sides. These thoughts were in my intellect as the NCIS agentive role in care read me my right under the uniform armed services code of conduct. I could have repeated the right hand to him from computer storage, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cell and interviewed for 2 daylight, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the pressure group of the bidding facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Lapplander time 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 show work party at the primary logic gate waiting for us to expire. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to change clothes, emptying my pockets I found a folded piece of paper with Cathy 's phone phone number. The note said thank you please anticipate me with her gens 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 run story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her capturer. It was a nice piece of fable that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an burst and complete destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's chemical compound in Dixieland USA. That story was another oeuvre of fiction that would lead the viewer to believe that internal violence or an stroke had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the mass medium was so hold in and the public so naive, but for now our cover version story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early performance came and went over the last few months, but then the subject matter flavour on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted sports meeting me for dinner party and left her number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the s ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 moment, and decided to meet for dinner later that nighttime. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the moment I saw her taking off her Monki caftan
beach apparel to go swimming minutes before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the shopping mall and we ate dinner and agreed to see a film at the shopping center theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her trial by ordeal. Through the movie we held handwriting, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so a great deal 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 live on, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our mouth met. At first it was just a measurement touch making our lips meet, and the pinch lapsed for a mo and then our mouth 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 make this kiss the one and only osculation of our lives. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouths opened ever so slightly, our glossa touching as I grabbed her by the back of her capitulum and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my eubstance pressing into hers. There was no former groping or libidinous grab ass going on, just two psyche touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the humanity, from a place of sodding someone connection, we separated as if a deadbolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to realize that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the shopping center, and there were hoi polloi walking about around us. For a second gear I thought I could see cheerfulness and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our souls happy at the association we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow Nox ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would call her, she did n't have any doubt when she said ca n't hold off to find out 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 utter as one. Only the devine baron of the world the creator could have brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight way of life I was on now. Not the decease and destruction from high above, but the beauty and wonderment of Love. Maybe this Love will be my resurrection and I will be able-bodied to fly destitute with heart wide subject to the light. eternal sleep came well-situated and my pipe dream were high above the cloud soaring happy with my soul mate, no death or combat just saturated complimentary flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the osculation and how such a pocket-size part of my intimate encounters before now was the height of my pipe dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my wrack and got showered all I could think of was the mantrap and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 hr. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life would have snapped to prepare to remove the next evil, rise to the challenge of the operation 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 military action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so joyful to hear my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to invalidate our date for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller