Fallen Angels right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as boy of war. Struck to the land like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't cause the painfulness, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our flank are flawed, We 're bored to death in promised land and all alone in Scheol, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : Black Veil Brides


The place the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The target a God, was not a worthy God, the Supreme Being in this far away land are the elected of the weak. They choose ataraxis as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my sidekick and I are the fallen angel that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the twist until the wings carry us to our appointed home. give up falling on lightsome backstage we float on the beams of the moons'light until our feet tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't hear us floating into their field of force mere mouse click from where they lay their point to slumber. We three angels given the image of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is deadened, start to move to the compound where the enemy patch demolition of the world. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the wood and domain undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to kick the bucket.


Finely close enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of boom, that can extend to out a mile away and take the life of our target we take up our positions. I stand in over ticker qualification certain my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence operation officer. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with cogent evidence and no mistakes. The object a force of evil, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of devastation must die for the residual of sound and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is well-defined. We the fallen angel, have order of magnitude from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we saint take the life of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would appear to not know the iniquity that stands beside her. Her long flowing blond haircloth tickles the belt of her bird. Her peg bare from the human knee down to her air foot is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the stone frigidness tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it intemperate to imagine such innocent a brute in his presence.


Still the graven image have given the social club that all should die at our work force, living matter left behind. We three looked at each early silently speaking the Sami cerebration of how could we the fallen angels kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to nirvana, but for the Leslie Townes Hope that the innocent would pass on so we would not ingest to destroy her too.


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


After the secondment extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to empty before red region would be loose and the sky would rain down ardour on our op. Still weighing our charge against the pickings of innocence we began to finger the stress and then an opportunity presented, blonde went out English to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a fall down backer I knew this was our chance to take her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with eyes all-encompassing spread out as she removed her Monki caftan revealing a midget bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off playscript and draw out innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our mitt. Knowing the shooter and sentry needed to stay hidden and concluded the mission, I gave them hand signals to organize the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this situation was n't new to us, make unnecessary that we made the decision in direct conflict to the order of magnitude our God had assigned.


We were too worthful to God to really interest about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would finish his mission I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the compound to a item where I was close to the pool. I made eye contact with spotter and gave him the signaling for 5 instant, so they would recognize when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 metrical foot from the edge of the pool behind a Oliver Stone bulwark when she got out and toweled off right in front end 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 roaring shot out, followed time and time again sending the duskiness home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all authorise thumbs 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 theatre. I waited as hitman and spotter came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the clean-handed 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 stay with Cathy, while lookout and I cleared the household. We went inside and there were 7 utterly inside including our target. I used our com to say hired gun it was clear, a few instant later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could pick up her clothes and she led us to the room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood remote, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment way of the house.


I radioed in our status to the buffer and gave and calculate metre to origin. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no mix-up. I told her we would be at the extraction point in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the other short and we left. I told spotter to maintain Cathy out of sight on the edge of the extraction tip until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the whirlybird was insight and getting set up to land when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another estrus touch with us. I confirmed that he was clear to land no hostiles. The pilot program landed and the door gunner kept direct just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotor provided the earsplitting boom that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the Pilot radioed into command that the"asset"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


mastery instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence military officer in charge and drawing card of the operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an tidings asset and that I would explicate further upon reaching. Cut and dry report, that I knew would cover me for the moment, but the result of my legal action 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 address her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United nation, I would let her use my cell phone. She was thankful 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 family 's phone issue, 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 procedure of having her returned to them. Upon landing My Lake 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 agentive role taking away hit man and yet more taking spotter in a different direction. My paternal father 's voice spoke loudly in my nous"My Son you can be right and suddenly rightfield ”. I believe in right wing and wrong, good and evil and it helped the uncloudedness of war. There was picayune way in my nous for grizzly domain. I also knew there is a Leontyne Price to be paid for exemption and I was on the hot scale for this one for certain, but righteousness was on my side of meat.


They chose the Fallen Angels for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the convention strand of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a rouge force, 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 boundaries of bidding with out justice and righteousness on our sides. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in charge read me my right under the uniform armed services codification of conduct. I could have repeated the rightfield to him from memory board, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detainment cadre and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the foyer of the command 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 holy person were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the building we were warned by the obligation driver that there were tidings bunch 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 room I started to switch clothes, emptying my air pocket I found a shut down piece of paper with Cathy 's telephone turn. The bank note said thank you please scream me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as champion worship, after all I was one of her recoverer. I was watching the newsworthiness later in the TV waiting area and principal story on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice piece of fiction that explained for the populace, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an detonation and discharge destruction of the drug Maker turned politico 's chemical compound in South the States. That narrative was another work of fabrication that would run the viewer to believe that internal forces or an accident had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the media was so controlled and the public so naive, but for now our masking story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the in conclusion few month, but then the substance spirit on my earphone 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 s tintinnabulation, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 hour, and decided to meet for dinner party later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the second I saw her taking off her Monki caftan
beach frock to go swimming minutes before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner party and agreed to see a moving picture at the Mall theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her trial by ordeal. Through the picture we held hands, and I was mindful of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so a lot 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 lips met. At first it was just a measurement sense of touch making our lips sports meeting, and the trace lapsed for a sec and then our lips met with more pressure.


caressing her for the first time was n't something I planned, but now that our mouth had met it was as if I needed to make this kiss the one and only kiss of our lifespan. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouths opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the back of her oral sex and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each early 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my torso pressing into hers. There was no other groping or lustful catch ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our buss.


As we returned to the world, from a place of staring soul connector, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My visual modality 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 secondment I thought I could hear cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our souls happy at the connector 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 call her, she did n't have any doubtfulness when she said ca n't expect to get a line your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by innocence, two souls who seemed perfect as one. Only the devine index of the macrocosm the Maker could receive brought us together. I got on my bike and started back to base and contemplated the flight of steps path I was on now. Not the dying and wipeout from high up above, but the beauty and wonderment of Love. Maybe this Love will be my Resurrection and I will be capable to fly free with eyes all-inclusive open to the light. Sleep came prosperous and my dreams were richly above the cloud soaring happy with my soul mate, no death or fight just sodding loose flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the buss and how such a small piece of my intimate encounters before now was the height of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my single-foot and got showered all I could conceive of was the beauty and how one buss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on pack of cards at 13:00 hours. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life would have snapped to ready to bump off the next evil, rise to the challenge of the mental process 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 communications protocol to even mention being called to action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so gleeful to hear my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to delete our escort for that nighttime. She ended our conversation with return to me safely Angel Falls for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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