Fallen holy person Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as Son of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't cause the pain, of living out their law, payoff joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed, We 're bored to decease in heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."credit : pitch blackness Veil Brides


The home the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The prey a God, was not a worthy God, the Gods in this far away domain are the elected of the weak. They choose peace as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my buddy and I are the fallen angel that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the fart until the wings carry us to our appointed seat. unfreeze falling on light fender we float on the beams of the Moon'brightness level until our infantry tickle the world yet again.


The foeman does n't try us floating into their fields mere clicks from where they lay their headspring to sleep. We three holy man given the range of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is bushed, start to move to the chemical compound where the foe plots destruction of the world. Our education and experience let us affect swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a tree diagram for them to slip by.


Finely close-fitting enough for our planned hit with the Barret rod of roaring, that can gain out a land mile away and take the life of our fair game we take up our positions. I stand in over sentry making certainly my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the taw, Brovo the sentry and I am Charlie, the over watch and intelligence officeholder. This labor the God in rush wanted done and confirmed with proof and no mistake. The target a military group of wickedness, 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 immorality, but as we locate him in his lair, the front of an innocent is enlighten. We the fallen angel, have society from our God to ruin everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we angels take the life of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the former.


The innocent, a beautiful fair sex would come along to not screw the evil that stands beside her. Her long aerodynamic blonde hair tickles the belt of her wench. Her leg bare from the knee down to her bare foundation is alluring to the eye, such a difference from the Oliver Stone cold tyrant that stood mear base away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it difficult to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the god have given the rules of order that all should die at our work force, living thing left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the Lapplander thought of how could we the fallen angel kill purity. We watched in quiet each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would leave so we would not possess to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our jobs 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 net that we needed to complete our task to make the window of chance to return home. The UH-60 Black hawk was to pick us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the extraction point by then there was only one other opportunity 10 klick away.


After the back extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before hellfire would be unleashed and the sky would rain ardour on our op. Still weighing our mission against the taking of innocence we began to palpate the strain and then an opportunity presented, blond went out side to the syndicate and disrobed before jumping in. As a fallen holy person I knew this was our chance to take her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with centre widely open as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her womanly manakin, and looked to each other confirming that we would go off hand and evoke inexperienced person from the evil that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the shooter and sentry needed to stay hidden and accomplished the mission, I gave them hand signaling to coordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage descent, so this site was n't new to us, salvage that we made the decision in point conflict to the guild our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about recoil, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would complete his delegacy 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 pool. I made eye contact with sentry and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would have sex when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 foot from the edge of the pool behind a stone bulwark when she got out and toweled off right in front man of me. Karmic timing was hone as I reached out and pulled her behind the paries with me. I assured her that she would be safe, as I covered her, and the sound of thunder gibe out, followed metre and meter again sending the darkness home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all exonerate 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 house. I waited as gunman and lookout man 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 mansion.


When they got to us, I told gunman to stay with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the sign of the zodiac. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to tell shooter it was clear, a few arcminute 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 master entertainment way of the house.


I radioed in our status to the cowcatcher and gave and estimated time to extraction. I left out the role about having Cathy so there would be no mental confusion. I told her we would be at the extraction point in time in 20 arcminute which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the mark with a picture and the early numb and we left. I told spotter to keep Cathy out of lot on the border of the extraction point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was insight and getting prepare to set ashore when the pearly pilot radioed me that there was another heat touch with us. I confirmed that he was clear to land no hostiles. The pilot film landed and the door artilleryman kept cultivate just behind us and the wooded boundary of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on panel. The rotor coil provided the earsplitting roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the pilot light radioed into statement that the"plus"were on board with one civilian accompanying.


instruction instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence officer in explosive charge and loss leader of the 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 composition, that I knew would cross me for the here and now, but the resultant role 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 minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United country, I would let her use my 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 whirlybird crossed over the TX - United Mexican States border I googled her family 's phone number, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the stochasticity confirmed she had indeed reached her female parent. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would begin the cognitive operation of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS agent and a Jag officeholder met me in the hanger. Another officer took Cathy away as I listened to the Jag policeman reading me my rights.


As I watched her being directed away, I saw former agents taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a unlike counseling. My paternal Father-God 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and utter right ”. I believe in right and wrongly, expert and evil and it helped the clearness of war. There was little elbow room in my judgment for grey 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 Angels for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the normal range of mountains 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 rectify and just. We never operated outside the bounds of mastery with out DoJ and righteousness on our sides. These thought process were in my brain as the NCIS factor in bearing read me my rights under the uniform armed forces code of behaviour. I could have got repeated the right wing to him from storage, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cellphone and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the statement facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same clip and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs Harsh were there as well and we three fallen angel 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 master logic gate waiting for us to pass. We were driven back to our barracks on radical and dropped off. When I got to my elbow room I started to change apparel, emptying my pockets I found a shut down part of newspaper with Cathy 's phone number. The note said thank you please call me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as grinder worship, after all I was one of her recoverer. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and take level on the news show was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her capturer. It was a prissy slice of fiction that explained for the world, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an detonation and complete destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's chemical compound in South the States. That story was another work of fiction that would lead the viewer to believe that internal personnel or an accident had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the mass medium was so ensure and the public so uninitiated, but for now our cover charge story was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the endure few months, but then the message timber on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted sports meeting me for dinner party and left her number. I thought about it for a few bit and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the indorsement hoop, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 transactions, and decided to meet 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 wearing apparel to go swimming minutes before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the mall and we ate dinner and agreed to see a picture show at the shopping center field of operations. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the movie we held helping hand, and I was aware of how gracious 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 good 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 spot making our lips sports meeting, and the touch lapsed for a endorsement and then our back talk met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the commencement time was n't something I planned, but now that our rim had met it was as if I needed to make this kiss the one and only kiss of our life history. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouths opened ever so slightly, our tongues touching as I grabbed her by the dorsum of her head and pulled her into me. Our natural language twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my eubstance pressing into hers. There was no former groping or lascivious grab ass going on, just two psyche touching each former through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a place of perfect soulfulness association, we separated as if a thunderbolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My visual modality widened to realize that we were still future to her car in the parking lot of the shopping mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a second I thought I could get wind cheers and hand clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our souls felicitous at the connectedness we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow dark ? 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 dubiousness when she said ca n't look to discover your vocalism 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 everlasting as one. Only the devine ability of the universe the Divine could possess brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to base and contemplated the flight of steps route I was on now. Not the death and destruction from high above, but the sweetheart and wonderment of Love. Maybe this Love will be my Resurrection of Christ and I will be able to fly free with oculus wide open to the spark. Sleep came easy and my ambition were high above the clouds soaring happy with my soul better half, no death or battle just pure liberal flight of steps. As I woke My thoughts were of the osculation and how such a belittled part of my sexual brush before now was the altitude of my ambition.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could suppose of was the lulu and how one candy kiss 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 story would have snapped to ready to slay the future evilness, rise 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 communications protocol to even remark being called to natural process, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to listen my interpreter, and then the disappointment that I had to cancel our date for that Nox. She ended our conversation with riposte to me safely holy man for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


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