Fallen holy man right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as boy of war. Struck to the solid ground like lightning, on this domain we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, payoff joy in who you are we know our wing are flawed, We 're bored to death in heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : Black velum Brides


The station 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 land are the elected of the weak. They choose peace as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the shine holy man that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our charge place. spare falling on light wings we float on the beams of the lunation'Inner Light until our feet tickle the worldly concern yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their flying field mere clicks from where they lay their drumhead to log Z's. We three angels given the paradigm of the enemy God seared into our computer memory until he is dead, start to be active to the compound where the opposition plots destruction of the worldly concern. Our grooming and experience let us go swiftly through the Sir Henry Wood and athletic field undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with firedog walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to go.


Finely close enough for our planned smash with the Barret rod of thunder, that can make out a mile away and strike the life of our target we take up our spot. I stand in over watch making sure as shooting my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the lookout and I am Charlie, the over spotter and intelligence activity police officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with proof and no mistakes. The target a effect of wickedness, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the balance of upright and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the comportment of an innocent is unclouded. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to ruin everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we holy person take the life of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the early.


The innocent, a beautiful adult female would appear to not bed the wickedness that stands beside her. Her farseeing flowing blonde hair tickles the belted ammunition of her skirt. Her ramification bare from the knee down to her bare human foot is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the Lucy Stone common cold autocrat that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it unvoiced to opine such destitute a fauna in his presence.


Still the God have given the rules of order that all should die at our hands, living matter left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same opinion of how could we the fallen holy man kill pureness. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the inexperienced person would leave so we would not possess to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs and surely would be asked about the delay in culmination, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to travel about freely so we thought. It became sack that we needed to complete our task to take the window of opportunity to return home. The UH-60 Black Hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the extraction distributor point by then there was only one former opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the second extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to void before hellfire would be loose and the sky would rain down fire on our op. Still weighing our deputation against the taking of innocence we began to feel the stress and then an opportunity presented, Blonde went out side to the kitty and disrobed before jump in. As a fall down Angel Falls I knew this was our opportunity to take her away and concluded the mission.


We three watched with eye wide open as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a petite Bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly material body, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and extract innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our custody. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay out of sight and gross the mission, I gave them mitt sign to ordinate the coming action at law. We were trained experts in surety extraction, so this site was n't new to us, preserve that we made the decisiveness in lead conflict to the orders our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really occupy about repercussions, and we were following the way of life of the righteousness. Even though I knew shot would nail 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 pool. I made eye touch with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 mo, so they would love when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 ft from the edge of the kitty behind a Isidor Feinstein Stone wall when she got out and toweled off right field in battlefront 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 safe, as I covered her, and the strait of thunder shot out, followed time and prison term again sending the darkness base. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all crystalize ovolo 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 crap-shooter and watch 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 sign.


When they got to us, I told gun to persist with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the firm. We went inside and there were 7 bushed inside including our butt. I used our com to tell shooter it was clean-cut, a few minutes later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could garner her clothes and she led us to the room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood out-of-door, and we rendezvoused in the master entertainment room of the star sign.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and calculate time to extraction. I left out the parting about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the origin detail in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the early dead and we left. I told spotter to hold on Cathy out of sight on the bound of the origin full stop until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was brainstorm and getting ready to bring down when the chopper original radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was exonerate to set ashore no hostiles. The airplane pilot landed and the doorway gunner kept rail just behind us and the wooded sharpness of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotor coil provided the deafening roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the Pilot radioed into command that the"plus"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officeholder in electric charge and loss 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 arrival. Cut and dry reputation, that I knew would breed me for the second, but the final result of my actions in the end would not be so well-situated. 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 States, I would let her use my cell phone. She was grateful and did n't seem 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 earpiece identification number, 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 mother. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would begin the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My victor and two NCIS agents and a Jag military officer 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 agents taking away shooter and yet more train spotter in a different direction. My paternal sire 's voice spoke loudly in my head word"My Son you can be right and suddenly right ”. I believe in right field and wrong, unspoiled and malefic and it helped the clarity of war. There was niggling way in my idea for grayness areas. I also knew there is a monetary value to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot dental plate for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen Angel Falls for a rationality, we got the job done, and we were not in the convention chain of command. Some less soldiers and politicians called us a rouge force play, that were not accountable for our natural action. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right wing and just. We never operated outside the bounds of command with out justice and righteousness on our incline. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in complaint read me my right hand under the uniform military code of demeanor. I could have repeated the rightfulness to him from memory, 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 lobby of the bid deftness I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same 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 construction we were warned by the duty driver that there were newsworthiness gang at the master gate waiting for us to go out. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to shift clothes, emptying my pockets I found a close piece of composition with Cathy 's speech sound number. The note said thank you please call me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hoagy adoration, after all I was one of her recoverer. I was watching the newsworthiness later in the TV sofa and lead tale on the tidings was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice patch of fable that explained for the populace, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an burst and sodding destruction of the drug Maker turned pol 's compound in due south United States. That story was another study of fiction that would top the spectator to conceive that intragroup military group or an accident had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the mass medium was so control and the public so uninitiated, but for now our cover version story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other functioning came and went over the last few months, but then the substance tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her routine. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the nookie ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second halo, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to match 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 attire 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 pic at the Mall theater of operations. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the moving picture we held hands, and I was aware of how skillful she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For somebody who had been through so a good deal she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged goodness but a subsister, and as the dark 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 back talk met. At first it was just a measure touch making our backtalk meet, and the touch lapsed for a minute and then our lip met with more pressure.


snuggling her for the first sentence was n't something I planned, but now that our mouth had met it was as if I needed to make this osculate the one and only kiss of our spirit. Soft at first and then turning slightly our backtalk opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her top dog 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 lewd grab ass going on, just two individual touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a station of perfect soulfulness connecter, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My visual sensation widened to realize 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 instant I thought I could get wind cheers and applause, but in hindsight it was probably our soul happy at the connectedness we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow nighttime ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would call off her, she did n't stimulate any dubiousness when she said ca n't look to hear your representative again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen saint touched by purity, two souls who seemed stark as one. Only the devine power of the universe the Jehovah could have brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight way I was on now. Not the death and devastation from high above, but the dish and wonderment of beloved. Maybe this Love will be my Resurrection of Christ and I will be able-bodied to fly free with eyes wide unfold to the visible radiation. slumber came easy and my pipe dream were high school above the clouds soaring happy with my somebody teammate, no Death or fight just pure unloose flight. As I woke My sentiment were of the kiss and how such a small-scale theatrical role of my sexual encounters 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 beauty and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my way and informed me that we were on deck of cards at 13:00 time of day. I normally, before the beaut entered my life story would own snapped to fix to polish off 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 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 cancel our date for that night. She ended our conversation with income tax return to me safely saint for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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