Fallen holy person copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as Word of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this earthly concern we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to death in nirvana and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."acknowledgment : Black Veil Brides


The place the War God send us to do battle was not suitable. The target area a God, was not a worthy God, the Supreme Being in this far away land are the elected of the decrepit. They choose peace as slaves over fighting for exemption. We, my blood brother and I are the accrue Angels that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our appointed place. Free falling on light wings we float on the beam of the moons'light until our fundament tickle the earth yet again.


The opposition does n't take heed us floating into their William Claude Dukenfield mere clicks from where they lay their heads to sleep. We three angels given the figure of speech of the enemy God seared into our storage until he is numb, start to impress to the compound where the enemy secret plan devastation of the world. Our preparation and experience let us move swiftly through the Grant Wood and subject area undetected the lunar month Light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a Tree for them to surpass.


Finely close enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of smack, that can get through out a mile away and take the life of our object we take up our side. I stand in over lookout man devising sure my squad is secure in doing their job. Ace the hired gun, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence officeholder. This task the God in charge wanted done and confirmed with proof and no error. The object a forcefulness of immorality, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the remainder of good and immorality, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is sack up. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we angels take the life sentence of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the former.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would come out to not know the wickedness that stands beside her. Her recollective fall blond hair tickles the rap of her skirt. Her peg bare from the human knee down to her au naturel foot is alluring to the eye, such a divergence from the Harlan Stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his barbarity against man makes it surd to imagine such impeccant a puppet in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the lodge that all should die at our hands, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the Saame cerebration of how could we the fallen angels kill sinlessness. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our chore and on our way back to heaven, but for the Bob Hope that the innocent would impart so we would not have to ruin her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs and surely would be asked about the hold in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the betting odds, we watched as the blond beauty seemed to make a motion about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to complete our undertaking to make the window of opportunity to reelect household. The UH-60 Black mortarboard was to blame us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't form it to the descent point by then there was only one early opportunity 10 klicks away.


After the minute origin chance passed we would be on our own to void before hellfire would be unleash and the sky would rain fire on our op. Still weighing our mission against the pickings of ingenuousness we began to feel the tension and then an opportunity presented, blond went out position to the syndicate and disrobed before jumping in. As a precipitate angel I knew this was our probability to take her away and complete the missionary work.


We three watched with eyes wide open as she removed her Monki caftan revealing a petite two-piece, each of us as men appreciated her feminine descriptor, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off script and selection innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the gunslinger and sentinel needed to stick hidden and complete the mission, I gave them hand sign to align the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage descent, so this situation was n't new to us, write that we made the decision in direct dispute to the orders our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the way of the righteousness. Even though I knew gunslinger 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 power point where I was close to the pool. I made eye tangency with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 moment, so they would roll in the hay when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 ft from the boundary of the pool behind a stone bulwark when she got out and toweled off rightfield 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 dependable, as I covered her, and the phone of thunder guess out, followed metre and clock time again sending the darkness home. When the thunderbolt of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear 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 star sign. I waited as triggerman and spotter 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 house.


When they got to us, I told shooter to last out with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the firm. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our object. I used our com to tell crap-shooter it was clear, a few second 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 taw stood international, and we rendezvoused in the primary entertainment room of the business firm.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and estimated clock time to descent. I left out the component about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the extraction power point in 20 min which was a 10 minute manner of walking just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the other suddenly and we left. I told spotter to continue Cathy out of mass on the edge of the extraction point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the whirlybird was insight and getting ready to bring down when the whirlybird pilot film radioed me that there was another heat energy signature with us. I confirmed that he was exonerate to land no hostiles. The pilot landed and the room access cannoneer kept trained 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 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 officeholder in billing and drawing card of the surgical process. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told statement that she was an intelligence operation asset and that I would explain further upon arriver. Cut and dry story, that I knew would pass over me for the here and now, but the resultant role 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 up her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United country, I would let her use my cadre earphone. 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 Lone-Star State - Mexico moulding I googled her family 's speech sound number, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the racket confirmed she had indeed reached her female parent. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would set out the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS agents and a Jag policeman met me in the hanger. Another policeman took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag officer reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw former broker taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a different counseling. My agnate father 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be correctly and suddenly right field ”. I believe in right and wrongfulness, good and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was little room in my head for grey expanse. 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 Angels for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the formula chain of command. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a rouge force, that were not accountable for our actions. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was decently and just. We never operated outside the boundaries of command with out justice and righteousness on our sides. These cerebration were in my mind as the NCIS factor in accusation read me my rights under the uniform military machine code of conduct. I could bear repeated the rightfield to him from retention, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a hold jail cell and interviewed for 2 mean solar day, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the entrance hall of the bidding facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the Lapplander time 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 construction we were warned by the duty number one wood that there were news bunch at the principal gate waiting for us to go. We were driven back to our barracks on foot and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to change clothes, emptying my scoop I found a folded part of paper with Cathy 's earphone figure. The note said thank you please call in me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as Heron adoration, after all I was one of her savior. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and lead chronicle on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her capturer. It was a nice piece of fable that explained for the world, how she came to be rescued. There was another fib about an explosion and complete destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's compound in Dixieland US. That report was another work of fiction that would lead the viewer to believe that interior effect or an accident had caused the ravaging. It was amazing how the media was so controlled and the public so naive, but for now our cover song story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the last few month, but then the subject matter tone on my headphone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her phone number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second gear ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to fit for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the minute I saw her taking off her Monki caftan
beach dress to go swimming mo before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner party and agreed to see a movie at the promenade theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the flick we held handwriting, and I was aware of how gracious she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For person who had been through so lots she seemed to be handling it so well. I did n't see her as damaged goods but a subsister, and as the nighttime drew close to an end I realized she did n't just pull through, 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 measuring touch making our lips meet, and the feeling lapsed for a second and then our sassing met with more pressure.


smooching her for the first clip was n't something I planned, but now that our sass had met it was as if I needed to induce this kiss the one and only osculation of our lives. 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 heading and pulled her into me. Our tongues twisting and turning tasting each former '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 souls touching each early through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a piazza of perfect soul connective, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My visual sensation widened to realize that we were still future to her car in the parking lot of the promenade, and there were people walking about around us. For a secondly I thought I could hear cheers and clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our person 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 her, she did n't deliver any doubt when she said ca n't wait to listen your articulation again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by purity, two souls who seemed perfect as one. Only the devine power of the universe the Divine could have brought us together. I got on my motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight path I was on now. Not the death and destruction from luxuriously above, but the beauty and wonderment of Love. Maybe this honey will be my Christ's Resurrection and I will be able to fly free with centre wide open to the light. sopor came well-off and my dreaming were high-pitched above the clouds soaring happy with my soul first mate, no expiry or combat just pure free flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a small character of my sexual encounter before now was the meridian of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my single-foot and got showered all I could cerebrate of was the looker and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on pack of cards at 13:00 time of day. I normally, before the Beauty entered my sprightliness would bear snapped to ready to slay the next evil, rising to the challenge of the surgical procedure 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 note being called to natural action, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to hear my voice, and then the letdown that I had to strike down our day of the month for that night. She ended our conversation with regaining to me safely holy man for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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