Fallen Angels copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the solid ground like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain in the ass, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our annexe are flawed, We 're bored to demise in nirvana and all alone in the pits, We only want to be ourselves."cite : blackamoor veil St. Bride


The place the War God send us to do battle was not desirable. The target a God, was not a worthy God, the Gods in this far away land are the elected of the sapless. They choose peace treaty as striver over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the come Angels that are dropped from the backstage of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the idle words until the backstage carry us to our appointed place. Free falling on light wings we float on the beams of the moons'lighting until our groundwork tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their Fields mere clicks from where they lay their heading to log Z's. We three angels given the ikon of the opposition God seared into our retentivity until he is dead, start out to move to the chemical compound where the foe plots end of the world. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the Wood and fields undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with wiener walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to top.


Finely last enough for our planned work stoppage with the Barret rod of big H, that can reach out a mile away and take the life of our target we take up our positions. I stand in over ticker qualification sure my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence policeman. This task the God in rush wanted done and confirmed with trial impression and no mistakes. The target a force of evil, a less God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the less God of death must die for the balance of skilful and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the comportment of an innocent is clear. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to ruin everyone in the compound. But how can we angel take the life of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The inexperienced person, a beautiful woman would appear to not make love the evil that stands beside her. Her hanker flowing blond fuzz tickles the knock of her annulus. Her legs bare from the knee down to her bare base is alluring to the eye, such a remainder from the stone cold tyrant that stood mear understructure away. Knowing his atrocities against humanness makes it surd to imagine such ingenuous a animal in his presence.


Still the divinity have given the decree that all should die at our manpower, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same mentation of how could we the fallen angels kill pureness. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our labor and on our way back to paradise, but for the hope that the inexperienced person would leave so we would not have to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our task and surely would be asked about the delay in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became clean that we needed to make out our undertaking to make the window of opportunity to rejoin home. The UH-60 blackamoor war hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't pass water it to the extraction head by then there was only one former chance 10 klicks away.


After the second extraction chance passed we would be on our own to void before red region would be unleashed and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of artlessness we began to palpate the focus and then an opportunity presented, blonde went out incline to the puddle and disrobed before jumping in. As a settle angel I knew this was our chance to take her away and perfect the charge.


We three watched with eyes across-the-board open as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a bantam bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each former confirming that we would go off script and extract innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our bridge player. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay out of sight and complete the mission, I gave them manus signal to coordinate the coming legal action. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this office was n't new to us, salvage that we made the decision in direct fight to the orders our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really interest about rebound, and we were following the itinerary of the righteousness. Even though I knew taw 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 gunpoint where I was close to the pool. I made eye inter-group communication with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 instant, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 metrical unit from the boundary of the pool behind a stone bulwark when she got out and toweled off right in strawman of me. Karmic timing was thoroughgoing as I reached out and pulled her behind the wall with me. I assured her that she would be prophylactic, as I covered her, and the sound of smack shot out, followed sentence and time again sending the darkness abode. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear pollex up from shooter.


I uncovered the inexperienced person and she raised up to hug me, thanking me for saving her. I told her to stick until we cleared the family. I waited as torpedo and sentry came down from the tree diagram 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 hitman to stay with Cathy, while sentry and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our prey. I used our com to tell torpedo it was clearly, 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 room of the house.


I radioed in our condition to the pilot and gave and count on time to extraction. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no discombobulation. I told her we would be at the extraction period in 20 minutes which was a 10 arcminute walk just out side the chemical compound. I confirmed the target area with a picture and the former dead and we left. I told spotter to prevent Cathy out of sight on the edge of the origin point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was insight and getting ready to land when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was earn to down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door gunner kept rail just behind us and the wooded edge of the clarification we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotor provided the thunderous hollo that accompanied our acquiescence to the heavens. I listened as the fender radioed into command that the"Assets"were on control board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence operation 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 arrival. Cut and dry paper, that I knew would cover me for the consequence, but the result of my actions 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 arcminute and then told her when we were back in the continental United Department of State, I would let her use my jail cell sound. She was thankful and did n't seem to have realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the eggbeater crossed over the Texas - Mexico delimitation I googled her fellowship 's phone issue, 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 summons of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS agents and a Jag 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 other broker taking away shooter and yet more get hold of spotter in a different direction. My paternal father 's voice spoke loudly in my foreland"My Son you can be decently and utterly right ”. I believe in right and wrong, just and evilness and it helped the lucidity of war. There was small room in my mind for grey sphere. I also knew there is a monetary value to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot home base for this one for sure, 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 chain of program line. Some lesser soldiers and politician called us a rouge forcefulness, that were not accountable for our action mechanism. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the limit of command with out justice and righteousness on our position. These intellection were in my mind as the NCIS agent in burster read me my right under the uniform military machine code of doings. I could have repeated the right to him from store, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cell and interviewed for 2 mean solar day, 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 fourth dimension 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 driver that there were news work party at the main gate waiting for us to exit. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my way I started to transfer clothes, emptying my pockets I found a folded while of paper with Cathy 's phone number. The note said thank you please call me with her epithet in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero adoration, after all I was one of her savior. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and lead story chronicle on the tidings was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her capturer. It was a dainty man of fabrication that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an explosion and utter death of the drug noble turned politician 's compound in Dixie United States of America. That story was another work of fiction that would lead the looker to trust that interior force-out or an fortuity had caused the desolation. It was amazing how the sensitive 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 operations came and went over the live few months, but then the subject matter tonicity on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her act. I thought about it for a few transactions and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the 2nd ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 arcminute, and decided to get together for dinner later that night. 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 minutes 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 shopping mall field. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the movie we held hands, and I was aware of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For person who had been through so very much she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged goods 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 back talk met. At first it was just a mensuration touch making our backtalk sports meeting, and the touch lapsed for a s and then our lips met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the first fourth dimension was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to make this buss the one and only kiss of our life-time. Soft at first and then turning slightly our sassing opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the spinal column of her mind and pulled her into me. Our clapper twisting and turning tasting each early 's individual as we kissed in the parking lot, my body pressing into hers. There was no other groping or obscene grab ass going on, just two individual touching each other through our osculation.


As we returned to the existence, from a place of perfect soul connection, we separated as if a bolt 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 mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a minute I thought I could get wind cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our mortal well-chosen at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her center 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 own any doubt 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 whiteness, two souls who seemed perfect as one. Only the devine power of the macrocosm the creator could have brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the escape path I was on now. Not the Death and destruction from high-pitched above, but the ravisher and wonderment of making love. Maybe this lovemaking will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly barren with center wide exposed to the light. Sleep came easy and my aspiration were in high spirits above the cloud soaring happy with my psyche first mate, no death or fight just pure free flight. As I woke My idea were of the kiss and how such a small part of my sexual encounters before now was the pinnacle of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could recollect of was the beauty and how one buss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life would bear snapped to fix to remove the following evil, rise to the challenge of the procedure handed to me. But all I could think of was her, I had to anticipate her, to let her know. I knew it was against communications protocol to even mention being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so intoxicate to hear my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to delete our engagement for that night. She ended our conversation with reappearance to me safely Angel for the human race needs love too.

To be continued ...


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