Fallen holy person copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this macrocosm 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 expiry in heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."deferred payment : Black Veil St. Bride


The place the War God send us to do struggle was not desirable. The target a God, was not a desirable God, the Supreme Being in this far away kingdom are the elected of the decrepit. They choose peace as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my crony and I are the fallen saint that are dropped from the flank of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our appointed topographic point. Free falling on visible light wings we float on the electron beam of the Sun Myung Moon'visible light until our foundation tickle the world yet again.


The foeman does n't hear us floating into their fields mere clicks from where they lay their headland to sleep. We three angels given the trope of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is dead, start to move to the chemical compound where the opposition plat death of the globe. Our breeding and experience let us run swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the moonshine light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a Tree for them to glide by.


Finely stuffy enough for our planned smasher with the Barret rod of scag, that can reach out a stat mi away and consider the life of our target we take up our lieu. I stand in over watch making sure enough my squad is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence officer. This undertaking the God in kick wanted done and confirmed with test copy and no mistakes. The target a military unit of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of devastation must die for the counterbalance of good and iniquity, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an inexperienced person is clear. We the fallen saint, have rules of order from our God to put down everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we angels take the life of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the former.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would seem to not recognise the wickedness that stands beside her. Her long flowing blond fuzz tickles the belt of her skirt. Her legs bare from the knee down to her plain metrical unit is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the gemstone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his inhumanity 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 hands, living matter left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same view of how could we the fallen angels kill innocence. We watched in silence 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 have to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our Job and surely would be asked about the delay in windup, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to propel about freely so we thought. It became pass that we needed to complete our labor to make the window of opportunity to return home. The UH-60 lightlessness hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't get it to the extraction power point by then there was only one early opportunity 10 kilometre away.


After the endorse extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before red region would be let loose and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of pureness we began to feel the emphasis and then an opportunity presented, Blonde went out side of meat to the consortium and disrobed before jumping in. As a fallen holy person I knew this was our probability to fill her away and double-dyed the military mission.


We three watched with middle wide heart-to-heart as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a lilliputian bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly contour, and looked to each former confirming that we would go off hand and elicit inexperienced person from the immorality that would surely die at our handwriting. Knowing the hitman and spotter needed to ride out blot out and unadulterated the charge, I gave them deal sign to coordinate the coming action at law. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this situation was n't new to us, save that we made the decisiveness in straight conflict to the decree our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really concern about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew torpedo 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 peak where I was close to the pool. I made eye contact with sentinel and gave him the signal for 5 min, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the edge of the puddle behind a Oliver Stone wall when she got out and toweled off right 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 roar shot out, followed time and time again sending the wickedness dwelling house. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear pollex 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 gun for hire and scout came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the innocent her public figure 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 mansion.


When they got to us, I told hired gun to abide with Cathy, while watch 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 clear, a few moment later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her apparel and she led us to the way where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood extraneous, and we rendezvoused in the chief entertainment room of the business firm.


I radioed in our status to the archetype and gave and estimated time to extraction. I left out the component about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the extraction point in 20 minutes which was a 10 bit walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the fair game with a picture and the early dead and we left. I told picket 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 perceptivity and getting ready to down when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another high temperature theme song with us. I confirmed that he was clear to shore no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door gunner kept trained just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotors provided the deafening roar that accompanied our assent to the sphere. I listened as the original radioed into command that the"plus"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in heraldic bearing and drawing card of the functioning. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told statement that she was an intelligence activity plus and that I would explain foster upon arrival. Cut and dry story, that I knew would overlay me for the moment, but the result of my actions in the end would not be so promiscuous. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her eyes, she asked if she could yell 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 speech sound. She was grateful and did n't appear to make realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the eggbeater crossed over the Texas - Mexico borderline I googled her family 's phone turn, 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 mental process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS factor 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 gun for hire and yet more rent spotter in a different direction. My paternal founding father 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and dead rightfield ”. I believe in rightfulness and incorrect, good and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was fiddling way in my mind for grey-haired region. I also knew there is a terms to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot plate for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my position.


They chose the Fallen angel for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal chain of command. Some lesser soldiers and pol called us a rouge personnel, that were not accountable for our actions. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was powerful and just. We never operated outside the bounds of command with out justice and righteousness on our slope. These thoughts were in my head as the NCIS agent in charge read me my rights under the undifferentiated military code of deportment. I could consume repeated the rights to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cadre and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the command facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Same sentence and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs. Harsh were there as well and we three fallen backer were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the building we were warned by the duty driver that there were news program crews at the main gate waiting for us to exit. We were driven back to our barracks on understructure and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to change dress, emptying my pockets I found a fold art object of paper with Cathy 's telephone number. The notation said thank you please visit me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero worship, after all I was one of her recoverer. I was watching the intelligence later in the TV couch and lead story on the word was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice spell of fiction that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another write up about an detonation and fill in wipeout of the drug lord turned politico 's compound in South America. That story was another oeuvre of fiction that would take the viewer to believe that internal forces or an chance event had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the medium was so controlled and the populace so uninitiate, but for now our cover story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early mathematical operation came and went over the close few calendar month, but then the message 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 proceedings and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second base anchor ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 arcminute, and decided to take on for dinner later that Night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the second I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach dress to go swimming min before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the shopping 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 pic we held hired man, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so much she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged good but a survivor, 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 lapsed for a second and then our brim met with more pressure.


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


As we returned to the public, from a billet of perfect soul connective, we separated as if a dash of lightning had pushed us apart. My visual modality widened to agnize that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a bit I thought I could hear sunshine and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our person glad at the connectedness 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 uncertainty when she said ca n't wait to pick up your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by naturalness, two soulfulness who seemed everlasting as one. Only the devine power of the universe the Almighty could have brought us together. I got on my bike and started back to base and contemplated the flight of steps way of life I was on now. Not the death and destruction from high above, but the sweetheart and admiration of Love. Maybe this passion will be my Resurrection and I will be able to fly free with eyes wide open to the twinkle. log Z's came easy and my dreaming were high above the swarm soaring happy with my soul mate, no decease or fighting just pure give up trajectory. As I woke My sentiment were of the buss and how such a small part of my intimate skirmish before now was the height of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could remember of was the smasher and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck of cards at 13:00 time of day. I normally, before the mantrap entered my aliveness would have snapped to ready to dispatch the side by side evil, rise to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could reckon of was her, I had to call in her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even remark being called to action at law, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so lift up to take heed my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to offset our date for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel for the domain needs love too.

To be continued ...


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