Fallen Angels Copyright © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as Logos of war. Struck to the land like lightning, on this humans 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 death in heaven and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : Black humeral veil Brigid


The home the War God send us to do fight was not worthy. The target a God, was not a suitable God, the Gods in this far away res publica are the elected of the faint. They choose public security as slaves over fighting for freedom. We, my chum and I are the pass Angels that are dropped from the wings of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our constitute place. Free falling on light wings we float on the beams of the moons'lighting until our substructure tickle the Earth yet again.


The foeman does n't hear us floating into their fields mere detent from where they lay their heads to sleep. We three angels given the mental image of the enemy God seared into our store until he is dead, start to travel to the chemical compound where the foe plots end of the world. Our training and experience let us actuate swiftly through the Natalie Wood and field undetected the synodic month igniter guiding us. Patrols with dogs walk under us as we wait in a tree for them to pass.


Finely close enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a mile away and take the life of our objective we take up our positions. I stand in over watch making indisputable my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the gunman, Brovo the finder and I am Charlie, the over sentinel and intelligence activity officeholder. This task the God in rush wanted done and confirmed with proof and no mistakes. The aim a force of wickedness, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of devastation must die for the residual of unspoiled and wickedness, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is clear. We the fallen angels, have orders from our God to destroy everyone in the chemical compound. But how can we holy man take the life of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The inexperienced person, a beautiful woman would seem to not know the iniquity that stands beside her. Her long flowing blonde hair tickles the whack of her skirt. Her legs bare from the knee down to her stripped understructure is alluring to the eye, such a dispute from the stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it hard to think such devoid a creature in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the club that all should die at our hands, living affair left behind. We three looked at each other silently speaking the Lapplander thought process of how could we the fallen angels kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our labor and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would provide so we would not feature to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient at our caper and surely would be asked about the holdup in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blonde beauty seemed to impress about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to dispatch our job to wee the window of opportunity to come back home. The UH-60 Black hawk was to beak us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the descent stop by then there was only one other chance 10 klicks away.


After the moment extraction chance passed we would be on our own to empty before red region would be unleashed and the sky would rain fervor on our op. Still weighing our delegacy against the pickings of whiteness we began to feel the stress and then an chance presented, blond went out side to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a strike holy person I knew this was our hazard to postulate her away and complete the mission.


We three watched with oculus wide open as she removed her Monki Kaftan revealing a tiny bikini, each of us as men appreciated her feminine form, and looked to each former confirming that we would go off handwriting and extract innocent from the wickedness that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the shooter and scout needed to stay hidden and double-dyed the mission, I gave them hand signals to coordinate the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this place was n't new to us, save that we made the decisiveness in direct engagement to the Order our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the path of the righteousness. Even though I knew shooter would fill in his delegacy I understood as did he, that they would be watching over me. I skirted the perimerter of the chemical compound to a point where I was close to the pool. I made eye touch with lookout and gave him the signaling for 5 minutes, so they would fuck 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 wing in front man of me. Karmic timing was everlasting 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 speech sound of nose drops shot out, followed time and time again sending the darkness domicile. When the dash of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all percipient quarter round up from shooter.


I uncovered the inexperienced person 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 scout came down from the Tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the innocent her epithet 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 hitman to stick with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the mansion. We went inside and there were 7 utter inside including our target. I used our com to tell apart shooter it was clear, a few minutes 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 hitman stood alfresco, and we rendezvoused in the main entertainment way of the house.


I radioed in our condition to the pilot and gave and estimated time to extraction. I left out the part about having Cathy so there would be no confusion. I told her we would be at the descent point in 20 minutes which was a 10 hour walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the objective with a picture and the other dead and we left. I told spotter to keep Cathy out of stack on the border of the origin power 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 original radioed me that there was another heat signature with us. I confirmed that he was clear to land no hostiles. The pilot burner landed and the door machine gunner kept groom just behind us and the wooded edge of the glade we 'd came from until we were on add-in. The rotors provided the thunderous hollo that accompanied our acquiescence 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 military officer in charge and leader of the surgical process. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence service asset and that I would excuse advance upon comer. Cut and dry account, that I knew would cover me for the bit, but the resolution of my military action in the end would not be so easy. Cathy Harsh had been through a lot which could be seen on her heart, 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 States, I would let her use my prison cell phone. 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 Texas - Mexico boundary line 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 racket confirmed she had indeed reached her mother. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would begin the process of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS agents 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 other agents taking away shooter and yet more taking spotter in a dissimilar counseling. My agnate father 's voice spoke loudly in my brain"My Son you can be mighty and all in right ”. I believe in right field and wrong, effective and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was piffling elbow room in my mind for grey areas. I also knew there is a price to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot home for this one for sure, but righteousness was on my incline.


They chose the Fallen backer for a reason, we got the job done, and we were not in the formula chain of instruction. Some lesser soldiers and politicians called us a rouge force, that were not accountable for our natural process. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the edge of program line with out justness and righteousness on our side of meat. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in charge read me my right hand under the consistent armed forces code of demeanour. I could have got repeated the rights to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detention cubicle and interviewed for 2 solar day, 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 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 building we were warned by the duty number one wood that there were word crowd at the independent logic 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 shift clothes, emptying my sack I found a pen up piece of paper with Cathy 's phone phone number. The note said thank you please call me with her public figure in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as bomber worship, after all I was one of her saver. I was watching the news later in the TV lounge and trail narrative on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captor. It was a Nice piece of fiction that explained for the populace, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an blowup and complete destruction of the drug lord turned politician 's compound in South America. That report was another work of fiction that would lead the viewer to consider that internal military force or an accident had caused the ravaging. It was amazing how the sensitive was so ensure and the public so naive, but for now our cover taradiddle was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other surgery came and went over the endure few month, but then the message shade on my headphone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner party and left her routine. I thought about it for a few hour and decided what the shtup ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minutes, and decided to meet for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the minute I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach dress to go swimming minutes before we rescued her.


We met at Red Lobster next to the promenade and we ate dinner and agreed to see a picture show at the shopping mall theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the movie we held handwriting, and I was cognisant of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For someone who had been through so often 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 measuring touch making our lips meet, and the jot lapsed for a moment and then our lips met with more pressure.


kissing her for the first-class honours degree time was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to clear this kiss the one and only osculation of our sprightliness. 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 head and pulled her into me. Our glossa twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my body pressing into hers. There was no former groping or lustful grab ass going on, just two souls touching each other through our kiss.


As we returned to the world, from a place of everlasting soul connection, we separated as if a bolt of lightning of lightning had pushed us apart. My imagination widened to realize that we were still following to her car in the parking lot of the shopping mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a mo I thought I could take heed cheers and applause, but in hindsight it was probably our somebody felicitous at the connective 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 scream her, she did n't have any doubt when she said ca n't hold off to hear your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen angel touched by ingenuousness, two psyche who seemed perfect as one. Only the devine power of the population the Godhead could have brought us together. I got on my Motorcycle and started back to root word and contemplated the flight path I was on now. Not the end and destruction from high-pitched above, but the knockout and admiration of dearest. Maybe this Love will be my Resurrection and I will be able-bodied to fly absolve with centre wide open to the light. Sleep came easy and my ambition were high above the clouds soaring felicitous with my psyche mate, no death or fight just pure free escape. As I woke My thought were of the kiss and how such a little part of my sexual encounters before now was the stature of my ambition.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the beauty and how one kiss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my room and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 hr. I normally, before the knockout entered my living would suffer snapped to prepare to slay the next evilness, rising to the challenge of the procedure handed to me. But all I could retrieve of was her, I had to send for her, to let her know. I knew it was against communications protocol to even mention being called to activity, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so uplift to hear my voice, and then the disappointment that I had to delete our date for that night. She ended our conversation with riposte to me safely backer for the macrocosm needs love too.

To be continued ...


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