Fallen angel right of first publication © 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 painful sensation, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our flank are flawed, We 're bored to demise in nirvana and all alone in infernal region, We only want to be ourselves."mention : black head covering Saint Bride


The place the War God send us to do struggle was not suitable. The prey a God, was not a desirable God, the graven image in this far away terra firma are the elected of the decrepit. They choose heartsease as striver over fighting for freedom. We, my brothers and I are the strike Angels that are dropped from the offstage of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the winds until the wings carry us to our prescribed stead. free people falling on light wings we float on the beam of the moons'lighting until our base tickle the earth yet again.


The enemy does n't take heed us floating into their fields mere dog from where they lay their top dog to sleep. We three saint given the ikon of the enemy God seared into our memory until he is dead, start to incite to the compound where the foeman plot of land destruction of the mankind. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the woods and field of operations undetected the moon light guiding us. Patrols with Canis familiaris walk under us as we wait in a Tree for them to pass.


Finely fold enough for our planned strike with the Barret rod of thunder, that can reach out a mile away and demand the life history of our butt we take up our positions. I stand in over watch fashioning sure my squad is secure in doing their job. Ace the torpedo, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over lookout man and intelligence officer. This task the God in commission wanted done and confirmed with trial impression and no mistakes. The mark a force play of iniquity, a lesser God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the lesser God of destruction must die for the counterweight of secure and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the front of an inexperienced person is authorize. We the fallen angels, have ordination from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we Angel take the liveliness of an innocent, one that has not yet pledged to one or the other.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would appear to not get it on the evil that stands beside her. Her long run blond hair tickles the bash of her dame. Her legs bare from the knee down to her publicize ft is alluring to the eye, such a departure from the Stone cold tyrant that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrociousness against humanity makes it hard to suppose such innocent a animate being in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the order that all should die at our hands, living matter left behind. We three looked at each former silently speaking the Lapplander intellection of how could we the fallen Angel kill purity. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our undertaking and on our way back to heaven, but for the Hope that the innocent would leave so we would not have to ruin her too.


We were all too efficient at our occupation and surely would be asked about the delay in completion, but we persevered. Hoping against the odds, we watched as the blond dish seemed to move about freely so we thought. It became authorise that we needed to make out our task to score the window of opportunity to bring back home. The UH-60 blackamoor Hawk was to find fault us up no later than 13:00 Zulu, and if we did n't make it to the origin degree by then there was only one former opportunity 10 kilometre away.


After the s extraction opportunity passed we would be on our own to evacuate before hellfire would be unleashed and the sky would rain down firing on our op. Still weighing our delegation against the taking of innocence we began to palpate the stress and then an opportunity presented, blonde went out incline to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a fallen angel I knew this was our hazard to take her away and discharge the mission.


We three watched with heart 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 other confirming that we would go off script and excerption innocent from the Evil that would surely die at our handwriting. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stick hidden and complete the mission, I gave them hand signals to coordinate the coming activity. We were trained experts in hostage extraction, so this situation was n't new to us, save that we made the determination in organize conflict to the society our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really worry about repercussions, and we were following the way of life of the righteousness. Even though I knew gunman would complete his mission 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 physical contact with discoverer and gave him the signal for 5 minutes, so they would recognize when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 feet from the edge of the pool behind a stone wall 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 rampart with me. I assured her that she would be prophylactic, as I covered her, and the speech sound of boom barb out, followed clock time and meter again sending the swarthiness home. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all exculpate 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 gun and lookout man came down from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 star sign.


When they got to us, I told shooter to outride with Cathy, while spotter and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target. I used our com to recount taw it was straighten out, a few instant later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her clothes and she led us to the way where she had been kept. She dressed as hitman stood external, and we rendezvoused in the main amusement room of the theatre.


I radioed in our status to the pilot and gave and count on time to extraction. I left out the function about having Cathy so there would be no confusedness. I told her we would be at the extraction point in 20 minutes which was a 10 minute walking just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a exposure and the early numb and we left. I told scout to keep on Cathy out of sight on the boundary of the extraction point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the chopper was sixth sense and getting gear up to set down when the chopper pilot radioed me that there was another heat signature tune with us. I confirmed that he was vindicated to put down no hostiles. The pilot landed and the room access gunner kept rail just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on board. The rotors provided the thundery bellow that accompanied our acquiescence to the heavens. I listened as the fender radioed into command that the"plus"were on display board with one civilian accompanying.


program line instantly came over my com, being I was the intelligence operation officeholder in charge and leader of the cognitive process. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told command that she was an intelligence service plus and that I would explain further upon comer. Cut and dry report, that I knew would overlay me for the moment, but the result 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 centre, 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 cell phone. She was grateful and did n't appear to give realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the helicopter crossed over the TX - Mexico border I googled her family 's phone figure, and hit dial handing it to Cathy. She said thank you and the conversation even muffled as it was with all the interference confirmed she had indeed reached her female parent. This helped me in that, her parents being influential would get the procedure of having her returned to them. Upon landing My superior and two NCIS factor 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 broker taking away shot and yet more fill picket in a different way. My parental founding father 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be right and dead right ”. I believe in right field and untimely, good and evil and it helped the clarity of war. There was footling elbow room in my nous for grey areas. I also knew there is a Leontyne Price to be paid for exemption and I was on the hot plate for this one for indisputable, but righteousness was on my side of meat.


They chose the Fallen angel for a cause, we got the job done, and we were not in the convention chain of dictation. Some lesser soldiers and politician called us a rouge force, that were not accountable for our action. I never felt above the law, except in that when the law subverted what was right and just. We never operated outside the bounds of mastery with out Justice and righteousness on our sides. These thoughts were in my mind as the NCIS agent in complaint read me my rights under the uniform military code of conduct. I could have repeated the rights to him from retentivity, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a detainment cellphone and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby of the bid facility I was released from. Ace and Brovo were released at the same meter and Cathy hugged us all and thanked us. Mr. and Mrs. Harsh were there as well and we three fallen backer were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the construction we were warned by the duty driver that there were news crews at the master gate waiting for us to choke. We were driven back to our barracks on base and dropped off. When I got to my room I started to change wearing apparel, emptying my scoop I found a close up piece of newspaper publisher with Cathy 's earphone number. The note said thank you please shout out me with her name in a heart.


I thought about it and dismissed it as hero worship, after all I was one of her rescuers. I was watching the tidings later in the TV couch and lead storey on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice man of fabrication that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another story about an detonation and complete destruction of the drug Jehovah turned political leader 's compound in Confederacy U.S.A.. That story was another work of fiction that would pass the viewer to trust that internal forces or an accident had caused the devastation. It was amazing how the media was so keep in line and the public so primitive, but for now our cover charge news report was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other cognitive process came and went over the finally few calendar month, but then the message tone of voice on my sound sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few minute and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second doughnut, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10 minute of arc, and decided to forgather for dinner later that night. I thought about not showing up, but then I remembered the here and now I saw her taking off her Monki kaftan
beach dress to go swimming arcminute 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 motion-picture show we held men, and I was aware of how decent she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For somebody 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 make it, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our lips met. At 1st it was just a measuring touch making our sass meet, and the trace lapsed for a second and then our lips met with more pressure.


hugging her for the first time was n't something I planned, but now that our lip had met it was as if I needed to make this kiss the one and only kiss of our lives. Soft at first and then turning slightly our mouths opened ever so slightly, our knife touching as I grabbed her by the back of her principal and pulled her into me. Our spit twisting and turning tasting each other 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my organic structure pressing into hers. There was no other groping or lewd snatch ass going on, just two psyche touching each former through our buss.


As we returned to the world, from a stead of consummate soul connection, we separated as if a deadbolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to see that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were people walking about around us. For a second I thought I could hear cheers and applause, but in hindsight it was probably our person happy at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her center 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 deliver any doubt when she said ca n't hold off to hear your phonation again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen saint touched by innocence, two souls who seemed perfect as one. Only the devine mogul of the universe the Creator could make brought us together. I got on my bike and started back to base and contemplated the escape way of life I was on now. Not the decease and wipeout from senior high school above, but the beauty and wonder of sexual love. Maybe this erotic love will be my resurrection and I will be able-bodied to fly complimentary with eyes all-inclusive open to the Light. Sleep came light and my aspiration were luxuriously above the clouds soaring happy with my soul mate, no end or fight just pure free flight. As I woke My thoughts were of the kiss and how such a small component part of my sexual coming upon before now was the peak of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the beauty and how one buss had changed me. Brovo knocked and entered my way and informed me that we were on deck at 13:00 60 minutes. I normally, before the Beauty entered my life would have snapped to ready to dispatch the next evil, raise to the challenge of the surgical operation handed to me. But all I could think of was her, I had to prognosticate her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even bring up being called to 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 date for that night. She ended our conversation with tax return to me safely Angel for the humans needs love too.

To be continued ...


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