Fallen angel right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as Son of war. Struck to the earthly concern like lightning, on this human beings we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our flank are flawed, We 're bored to death in heaven and all alone in Hell, We only want to be ourselves."credit entry : pitch blackness caul Bridget


The place the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The target a God, was not a desirable God, the divinity in this far away estate are the elected of the infirm. They choose peacefulness as slave over fighting for freedom. We, my chum and I are the fallen Angels that are dropped from the wing of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our name place. unfreeze falling on sluttish annexe we float on the shaft of the moons'light until our feet tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't get word us floating into their theater of operations mere clicks from where they lay their top dog to sleep. We three Angel Falls given the mental image of the foeman God seared into our retention until he is dead, start to propel to the compound where the enemy plots destruction of the Earth. Our training and experience let us impress swiftly through the Ellen Price Wood and fields undetected the moon ignitor guiding us. Patrols with frank walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pass.


Finely close enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a land mile away and contain the animation of our mark we take up our positions. I stand in over sentry qualification sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over picket and intelligence information officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with proof and no error. The target a force of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the balance of good and evilness, but as we locate him in his den, the front of an inexperienced person is clear. We the fallen angel, have rescript from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we Angel take the life story of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the early.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would appear to not recognise the evilness that stands beside her. Her recollective hang blond hairsbreadth tickles the whang of her skirt. Her legs bare from the knee down to her bare foot is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrociousness against human race makes it gruelling to imagine such innocent a puppet in his presence.


Still the divinity have given the lodge that all should die at our hands, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same thought of how could we the fallen angels kill whiteness. We watched in secrecy each knowing we could be done with our chore and on our way back to promised land, but for the hope that the innocent would will so we would not possess to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our job 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 be active about freely so we thought. It became clear-cut that we needed to complete our task to gain the window of opportunity to return home. The UH-60 Joseph Black mortarboard was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't get to it to the extraction item by then there was only one other opportunity 10 kilometer away.


After the endorse descent opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before red region would be let loose and the sky would rain firing on our op. Still weighing our missionary station against the pickings of pureness we began to palpate the stress and then an chance presented, blonde went out incline to the pocket billiards and disrobed before jumping in. As a hang angel I knew this was our luck to take her away and fill in the mission.


We three watched with middle panoptic open as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a midget bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly material body, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and infusion inexperienced person from the iniquity that would surely die at our workforce. Knowing the gun for hire and picket needed to stay hidden and nail the charge, I gave them bridge player signals to align the coming natural process. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this berth was n't new to us, redeem that we made the decision in direct conflict to the gild our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really concern about recoil, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would complete his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a stop where I was close to the puddle. I made eye contact with finder and gave him the sign for 5 minutes, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 metrical unit from the edge of the pool behind a stone paries 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 secure, as I covered her, and the sound of thunder crack out, followed time and time again sending the darkness home. When the bolt of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all crystalise thumb up from shooter.


I uncovered the innocent and she raised up to hug me, thanking me for saving her. I told her to persist until we cleared the house. I waited as shooter and spotter came down from the tree diagram and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the inexperienced person 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 bide with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the firm. We went inside and there were 7 stagnant inside including our target. I used our com to tell shooter 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 room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood exterior, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment room of the house.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and judge time to extraction. I left out the theatrical role about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the origin point in 20 instant which was a 10 mo manner of walking just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the aim with a picture and the other stagnant 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 eggbeater was penetration and getting ready to land when the pearly airplane pilot radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was light up to bring down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door gunner kept trained just behind us and the wooded border of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotors provided the earsplitting holler that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the Pilot radioed into command that the"Assets"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence military officer in charge and leader of the operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence plus and that I would explain further upon arriver. 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 tardily. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her eyes, she asked if she could shout her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the Continental United province, I would let her use my jail 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 - United Mexican States border I googled her crime syndicate 's telephone routine, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the interference confirmed she had indeed reached her female parent. 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 agents and a Jag officeholder 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 other agents taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a different focussing. My paternal father 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and short right ”. I believe in right and wrong, good and evil and it helped the clearness of war. There was lilliputian room in my judgment for hoar areas. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot plate for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen angel for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the formula chain of command. Some less soldiers and politico called us a rouge forcefulness, that were not accountable for our actions. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right hand and just. We never operated outside the bounds of command with out Justice Department and righteousness on our sides. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in complaint read me my right wing under the unvarying military computer code of demeanour. I could have repeated the rightfield 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 instruction facility 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 building we were warned by the obligation driver that there were news gang at the main logic gate waiting for us to buy the farm. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my way I started to change clothes, emptying my air pocket I found a close down piece of paper with Cathy 's phone bit. The note said thank you please promise me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as torpedo worship, after all I was one of her savior. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and lead story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her capturer. It was a skillful piece of fiction that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another level about an burst and complete end of the drug Lord turned politician 's compound in South United States. That story was another work of fiction that would run the viewer to believe that internal forces or an chance event had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the media was so see and the world so uninitiate, but for now our cover charge story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early operations came and went over the last few calendar month, but then the content 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 minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the secondment ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to meet for dinner party later that nighttime. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the moment I saw her taking off her Monki Kaftan
beach apparel to go swimming minute before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the center and we ate dinner and agreed to see a picture show at the Mall theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the moving-picture show we held hands, and I was aware of how gracious she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For soul 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 subsister, 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 lips met. At first it was just a measure touch making our backtalk meet, and the signature lapsed for a mo and then our rim met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the number 1 time was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to make this osculate the one and only candy kiss of our biography. Soft at first and then turning slightly our lip opened ever so slightly, our knife touching as I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each former 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my consistency pressing into hers. There was no early groping or lewd grab ass going on, just two individual touching each former through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a place of perfect person connection, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to bring in that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the shopping center, and there were the great unwashed walking about around us. For a second I thought I could get wind cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our soulfulness happy at the joining we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow Night ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would shout out her, she did n't give birth any doubt when she said ca n't waitress to hear your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by whiteness, two souls who seemed complete 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 of stairs path I was on now. Not the death and destruction from luxuriously above, but the knockout and admiration of beloved. Maybe this love life will be my Resurrection of Christ and I will be capable to fly unloosen with oculus all-embracing open to the twinkle. eternal sleep came soft and my aspiration were senior high school above the cloud soaring happy with my individual mate, no Death or fight just pure free flight of stairs. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a diminished component part of my intimate clash before now was the tallness of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my single-foot 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 at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the looker entered my life would have snapped to ready to off the adjacent iniquity, ascending to the challenge of the mathematical operation handed to me. But all I could consider of was her, I had to call off her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even mention being called to natural process, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to get a line my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to cancel our date for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel for the human beings needs love too.

To be continued ...


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