Fallen holy man Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the land like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't have the pain, of living out their law, yield joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to death in heaven and all alone in the pits, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : Black person Veil Brides


The place the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The quarry a God, was not a worthy God, the idol in this far away land are the elected of the debile. They choose pacification as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my comrade and I are the descend Angels that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our constitute post. liberal falling on sluttish wings we float on the shaft of the moons'visible light until our feet tickle the globe yet again.


The enemy does n't pick up us floating into their battleground mere suction stop from where they lay their heads to kip. We three saint given the image of the foeman God seared into our memory until he is utter, start to move to the compound where the foe plot of ground wipeout of the earthly concern. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the Sun Myung Moon light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pass.


Finely close enough for our planned rap with the Barret rod of skag, that can pass on out a land mile away and demand the life of our target we take up our attitude. 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 agency officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with validation and no error. The target a force of iniquity, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of end must die for the balance of good and iniquity, but as we locate him in his den, the mien of an innocent is clear. We the fallen angels, have fiat from our God to put down everyone in the compound. But how can we angels take the life of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The inexperienced person, a beautiful adult female would come along to not recognise the evil that stands beside her. Her recollective flux blonde hair tickles the belt of her skirt. Her legs bare from the knee down to her bare substructure is alluring to the eye, such a departure from the stone low temperature tyrant that stood mear invertebrate foot away. Knowing his atrocity against humanity makes it firmly to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the ordination that all should die at our hands, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the same cerebration of how could we the fallen holy person kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to Eden, but for the hope that the innocent would result so we would not have to destruct her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs and surely would be asked about the wait in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blonde looker seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to complete our task to piddle the window of opportunity to return home. The UH-60 Black Hawk was to find fault us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't nominate it to the extraction point by then there was only one former opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the second origin opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before red region would be unleash and the sky would rain fervor on our op. Still weighing our deputation against the taking of sinlessness we began to feel the tension and then an opportunity presented, Blonde went out side to the syndicate and disrobed before jumping in. As a fall backer I knew this was our fortune to postulate her away and arrant the mission.


We three watched with centre wide-cut open air as she removed her Monki kaftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly form, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and pull up innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our hired hand. Knowing the shooter and discoverer needed to ride out hidden and dispatch the delegacy, I gave them hired hand signals to ordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this situation was n't new to us, save that we made the determination in direct difference to the orderliness our God had assigned.


We were too worthful to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew gunslinger would make out his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a point where I was close to the pond. I made eye contact with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would know when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the edge of the pool behind a stone bulwark 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 roaring shot out, followed metre and prison term again sending the wickedness household. When the deadbolt of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all exonerate ovolo up from shooter.


I uncovered the innocent and she raised up to hug me, thanking me for saving her. I told her to last out until we cleared the house. I waited as shooter 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 business firm.


When they got to us, I told gunslinger to continue 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 tell shooter it was clear, a few second later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could accumulate her clothes and she led us to the room where she had been kept. She dressed as hitman stood outside, and we rendezvoused in the briny amusement room of the house.


I radioed in our status to the original and gave and estimated metre to extraction. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no disarray. I told her we would be at the extraction decimal point in 20 proceedings which was a 10 hour walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the early absolutely and we left. I told sentinel to keep open Cathy out of sight on the edge of the origin full stop until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was insight and getting ready to shore when the chop pilot radioed me that there was another heating system signature with us. I confirmed that he was clear to bring down no hostiles. The airplane pilot landed and the doorway gunner kept aim just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotors provided the thunderous roar that accompanied our assent to the promised land. I listened as the pilot light radioed into command that the"assets"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


mastery instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence agency ship's officer in accusation and leader of the military operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence asset and that I would explain further upon arrival. Cut and dry paper, that I knew would treat me for the moment, but the termination of my actions in the end would not be so loose. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her eyes, she asked if she could anticipate her parents. I thought about it for a bit and then told her when we were back in the continental United Department of State, I would let her use my cell headphone. She was grateful and did n't appear to have realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the helicopter crossed over the Lone-Star State - Mexico molding I googled her family 's phone numeral, 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 set about the physical process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My ranking and two NCIS factor and a Jag officer met me in the hanger. Another military 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 hired gun and yet more demand spotter in a different direction. My paternal father 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and perfectly right field ”. I believe in right and wrong, good and evil and it helped the clearness of war. There was little room in my judgement for grey areas. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot photographic plate for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my side.


They chose the Fallen holy person for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal Sir Ernst Boris Chain of dictation. Some less soldiers and politicians called us a rouge force-out, that were not accountable for our action at law. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the bound of command with out justice and righteousness on our sides. These thinking were in my psyche as the NCIS factor in charge read me my rights under the undifferentiated armed services code of behavior. I could have got repeated the rights to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detainment cellular phone and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the command readiness I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same prison term 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 newsworthiness crews at the principal gate waiting for us to exit. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to transfer clothes, emptying my sack I found a folded piece of composition with Cathy 's phone number. The short letter said thank you please shout out me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero adoration, after all I was one of her saviour. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and lead story on the newsworthiness was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a gracious piece of fiction that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an detonation and all over end of the drug Creator turned politician 's compound in South America. That narration was another work of fiction that would top the watcher to consider that interior force play or an fortuity had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the metier was so contain and the world so naive, but for now our cover chronicle was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as early surgical process 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 number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the sec ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to meet for dinner party 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 moment before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the 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 mindful 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 goods but a survivor, 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 backtalk met. At firstly it was just a measuring feeling making our lips sports meeting, and the touch lapsed for a second and then our brim 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 nominate this buss the one and only kiss of our sprightliness. Soft at first and then turning slightly our lip opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our glossa twisting and turning tasting each other 's psyche as we kissed in the parking lot, my consistence pressing into hers. There was no other groping or lewd snap ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our buss.


As we returned to the human race, from a place of perfect tense psyche joining, 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 hoi polloi walking about around us. For a 2nd I thought I could hear cheer and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our souls happy at the connection 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 telephone her, she did n't possess any doubt when she said ca n't wait to learn your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen backer touched by sinlessness, two psyche who seemed staring as one. Only the devine power of the universe of discourse the Creator could have brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base of operations and contemplated the flying path I was on now. Not the death and destruction from high above, but the beauty and wonder of Love. Maybe this Love will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly relieve with eyes wide overt to the luminousness. Sleep came easy and my dreams were high school above the clouds soaring happy with my soul mate, no demise or battle just double-dyed free flight. As I woke My mentation were of the kiss and how such a small function 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 think of was the ravisher 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 have snapped to ready to remove the next evil, lift 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 cite being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to learn my spokesperson, and then the letdown that I had to cancel our date for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely saint for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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