Fallen Angels right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller


By Jax Teller


"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we 're born, We wo n't get the painful sensation, of living out their law, return joy in who you are we know our annex are flawed, We 're bored to dying in promised land and all alone in sin, We only want to be ourselves."Credit : Black Veil Brides


The piazza the War God send us to do battle was not worthy. The object a God, was not a worthy God, the Gods in this far away land are the elected of the watery. They choose peace as hard worker over fighting for freedom. We, my sidekick and I are the fallen Angels that are dropped from the wing of the C-23 Sherpa floating on the hint until the wings carry us to our appointed place. Free falling on light up annex we float on the beams of the Sun Myung Moon'lightness until our pes tickle the earth yet again.


The foeman does n't hear us floating into their bailiwick mere clicks from where they lay their point to slumber. We three saint given the image of the foe God seared into our memory until he is dead, start to move to the compound where the opposition plot death of the mankind. Our training and experience let us move swiftly through the woods and fields undetected the moon Light 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 roaring, that can progress to out a geographical mile away and demand the life of our target we take up our positions. I stand in over spotter making certain my team is secure in doing their job. Ace the shooter, Brovo the spotter and I am Charlie, the over lookout and intelligence activity officer. This task the God in guardianship wanted done and confirmed with test copy and no error. The prey a personnel of wickedness, a less God that serves the darkest of mayhem.


We three know that the less God of destruction must die for the counterbalance of undecomposed and evil, but as we locate him in his lair, the presence of an innocent is realise. We the fallen angels, have fiat from our God to destroy everyone in the compound. But how can we angels take the sprightliness of an inexperienced person, one that has not yet pledged to one or the early.


The innocent, a beautiful woman would appear to not recognise the evilness that stands beside her. Her farseeing course blond hair tickles the belt ammunition of her chick. Her wooden leg bare from the knee down to her unornamented foot is alluring to the eye, such a deviation from the I. F. Stone common cold despot that stood mear feet away. Knowing his atrocities against humanity makes it hard to imagine such innocent a creature in his presence.


Still the Gods have given the order that all should die at our hands, living thing left behind. We three looked at each former silently speaking the same thought of how could we the fallen angels kill sinlessness. We watched in silence each knowing we could be done with our task and on our way back to heaven, but for the hope that the innocent would entrust so we would not give birth to destroy her too.


We were all too efficient 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 proceed about freely so we thought. It became clear that we needed to fill out our job to make the window of chance to repay home. The UH-60 Black person Hawk was to cull 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 second extraction chance passed we would be on our own to evacuate before red region would be unleash and the sky would rain down fire on our op. Still weighing our commission against the taking of pureness we began to feel the stress and then an opportunity presented, Blonde went out face to the pool and disrobed before jumping in. As a fall down angel I knew this was our fortune to subscribe to her away and complete the deputation.


We three watched with eyes broad heart-to-heart 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 extract innocent from the evil that would surely die at our hands. Knowing the shooter and spotter needed to stay hidden and complete the military mission, I gave them handwriting signal to align the coming action. We were trained experts in hostage descent, so this situation was n't new to us, save that we made the determination in directly engagement to the lodge our God had assigned.


We were too valuable to God to really concern about backlash, 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 stop where I was close to the kitty. I made eye liaison with spotter and gave him the signal for 5 instant, so they would acknowledge when I planned on taking her.


I was 15 substructure from the edge of the pool behind a I. F. Stone wall when she got out and toweled off right hand in front line 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 safe, as I covered her, and the speech sound of hell dust dead reckoning out, followed fourth dimension and time again sending the darkness base. When the bolts of lightning ceased I raised up and saw the all clear thumbs up from shooter.


I uncovered the inexperienced person 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 gunslinger and lookout man came down from the tree and carefully made their way to me. As I waited I asked the sinless her gens 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 business firm.


When they got to us, I told triggerman to abide with Cathy, while lookout man and I cleared the house. We went inside and there were 7 dead inside including our target area. I used our com to distinguish shooter it was clear, a few hour later he brought Cathy inside with him. I told her she could collect her wearing apparel and she led us to the elbow room where she had been kept. She dressed as Shooter stood remote, and we rendezvoused in the primary entertainment room of the house.


I radioed in our status to the pilot burner and gave and estimated metre to origin. I left out the share about having Cathy so there would be no mix-up. I told her we would be at the extraction spot in 20 instant which was a 10 minute walk just out side the compound. I confirmed the target with a picture and the other suddenly and we left. I told spotter to hold open Cathy out of sight on the edge of the extraction point until the Blackhawk had landed.


The op had not gone as planned but the helicopter was insight and getting quick to land when the chopper fender radioed me that there was another heat signature tune with us. I confirmed that he was unclouded to set ashore no hostiles. The pilot landed and the door gunner kept trained just behind us and the wooded edge of the clearing we 'd came from until we were on circuit board. The rotors provided the thunderous roar that accompanied our assent to the heavens. I listened as the Pilot radioed into control that the"Assets"were on display board with one civilian accompanying.


Command instantly came over my com, being I was the news ship's officer in cathexis and loss leader of the operation. I was questioned as to why the civilian, to which I told statement that she was an intelligence asset and that I would excuse further upon arrival. Cut and dry report, that I knew would cover me for the mo, but the result 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 eyes, she asked if she could prognosticate her parents. I thought about it for a minute and then told her when we were back in the continental United body politic, I would let her use my jail cell phone. She was thankful and did n't look to have realized that she was n't in the US before that moment.


When the eggbeater crossed over the Texas - United Mexican States margin 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 haphazardness 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 master and two NCIS agents and a Jag policeman 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 federal agent taking away shooter and yet more taking sentry in a different direction. My paternal Fatherhood 's voice spoke loudly in my head"My Son you can be decent and dead right ”. I believe in right and wrong, trade good and malign and it helped the clarity of war. There was minuscule room in my mind for grey orbit. I also knew there is a toll to be paid for freedom and I was on the hot collection 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 string of program line. 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 properly and just. We never operated outside the bounds of command with out justice and righteousness on our side. These persuasion were in my idea as the NCIS agent in bearing read me my rights under the uniform military code of behavior. I could have repeated the right wing to him from memory, so when asked I said yes I understood.


I was led to a hold cell and interviewed for 2 days, upon being released Cathy was waiting in the lobby 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 angels were hugged and thanked by them as well. As we exited the edifice we were warned by the obligation driver that there were word crew at the main logic gate waiting for us to exit. We were driven back to our barracks on foot and dropped off. When I got to my way I started to vary wearing apparel, emptying my scoop I found a close up musical composition of theme with Cathy 's phone bit. The bank note said thank you please call 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 news later in the TV waiting room and leave chronicle on the news was about Cathy Harsh being rescued from her captors. It was a nice musical composition of fiction that explained for the public, how she came to be rescued. There was another level about an explosion and pure destruction of the drug Jehovah turned politico 's compound in South America. That story was another work of fiction that would lead the viewer to believe that inner military unit or an accident had caused the destruction. It was amazing how the culture medium was so check and the public so naive, but for now our natural covering tarradiddle was in place.


I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other performance came and went over the concluding few calendar month, but then the message tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted sports meeting me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few instant and decided what the fuck 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 mo I saw her taking off her Monki Kaftan
beach dress to go swimming hour 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 center theater. I was surprised at how well she 'd recovered from her ordeal. Through the moving-picture show we held hands, and I was mindful of how nice she smelled as she snuggled up to me. For mortal who had been through so much 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 make it, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our rim met. At maiden it was just a measure cutaneous senses making our sass meet, and the speck lapsed for a moment and then our backtalk met with more pressure.


Kissing her for the low time was n't something I planned, but now that our lips had met it was as if I needed to make this snog the one and only osculation 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 head word and pulled her into me. Our natural language twisting and turning tasting each early 's souls as we kissed in the parking lot, my consistence pressing into hers. There was no other groping or obscene catch ass going on, just two soul touching each former through our osculation.


As we returned to the macrocosm, from a topographic point of complete individual connection, we separated as if a bolt of lightning had pushed us apart. My vision widened to realize that we were still next to her car in the parking lot of the mall, and there were masses walking about around us. For a second I thought I could find out cheers and hand clapping, but in hindsight it was probably our soul happy at the connection we had just made. I looked deep into her eyes and said tomorrow Nox ? She answered me before I even knew what I was saying, and I told her I would cry her, she did n't have any doubt when she said ca n't hold back to hear your voice again and we parted. She got in her car and I watched as she pulled away.


A fallen backer touched by naturalness, two souls who seemed thoroughgoing as one. Only the devine major power of the universe the creator could have brought us together. I got on my bike and started back to base and contemplated the escape path I was on now. Not the death and end from high above, but the looker and wonderment of Love. Maybe this Love will be my resurrection and I will be able to fly free with heart wide open to the twinkle. Sleep came easy and my aspiration were high-pitched above the swarm soaring felicitous with my someone spouse, no decease or fight just staring free trajectory. As I woke My thought process were of the kiss and how such a little part of my intimate showdown before now was the altitude of my dream.

The End

Chapter 2

As I moved from my rack and got showered all I could think of was the lulu and how one 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 sweetheart entered my life would have snapped to ready to murder the adjacent wickedness, rise to the challenge of the operation handed to me. But all I could imagine of was her, I had to call her, to let her know. I knew it was against protocol to even mention being called to action at law, but I had to let her know. I called her and she was so elated to see my voice, and then the letdown that I had to cancel our date for that night. She ended our conversation with return to me safely saint for the world needs love too.

To be continued ...


right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller