Mila's Men

Tension

Thump, Thump! Mila knocked on the glass that separated the driver, from the passengers.

"Where are we going? she whined.

The driver continued to stare straight ahead at the road. She could only see the man's head through the glass divider. Her seat-belt was strapped tightly around her slender waist. Every time she moved, the belt drew tighter. Mila groaned to herself. It was a hot day, and the leather interior did not help matters. It had to be close to eighty-five degree inside the black limousine. Mila wished that she could get out of the hot car.

They had been driving for more than forty-five minuets. The car drove passed a public library. Mila looked at the library through the tinted windows. She remembered that she had packed the small book in her pocket - after her parents had woken her up. She reached down inside the back pocket of her capri shorts. Mila opened the book. She looked around for a pen, but she could not find one. Mila began to think about her life. She lived in a quaint little house, that was lodged in rural suburbia. She lived there with her mother, father, and three brothers. Her older brother Jike was getting ready to go away to college this year.

Mila was sad to see him go, but was glad to be free of his childish shenanigans. She thought about Shoes, the cat as well. Mila glanced around the car for something to entertain her self with - she was getting desperately bored. She found a fold out ash tray. It slid out from above the cup-holder, that was molded in to the side of the door. Mila noticed two knobs above her seat. She turned one of the knobs. Boom, Boom! The radio blasted out a dubstep remix.

Mila quickly turned it off. There was an indented latch next to the radio controls. She pried it open with her black polished fingernails. It folded out into a small mirror. The back of the mirror folded out into a pocket sized make-up case. Mila lifted up the lacquered lid. An eyebrow pencil was strapped down to the inside of the lid.

"Just what I was looking for for!" Mila murmured to herself.

She took the pencil out of the case, and began to write in the book.

What  - What are we doing? - What is it we want to do? - What are the challenges we face? - What are our motives in life? - What is it we long for for? - Spontaneity? Adventure? - What do we hope for tomorrow...

Mila looked down at the words and then herself. Her eyes stared back at her with a worried look. she had a feeling, that something bad was going to happen. The car made a turn into a wooded street. Out of boredom, Mila stuck her hands down back of the black leather seats. She felt a stiff piece of paper wedged between two cushions. Mila pulled out a bent up business card. In bright blue ink she read

"Daylow Carson, Esquire". She turned the card over - there was a hand written message "

Note to Margret - check out the 'Dargon Ryu' for possible candidates".

Mila had no idea what any of the writing meant - she figured it was not important.

It grew darker as they continued further into the forest. Things were starting to feel spooky. Mila laid her head back, on one of the padded head-rests. Just then - her peace was interrupted. A gunshot rang out in the woods. Mila jerked forwards; from her tranquil state. A second gun shot rang out in the distance. Mila tried to remained still - as she panted heavily.

Boom! Cheeck! A third bullet hit her backseat window. The window did not shatter - it just cracked in. The car swerved. Mila's heart was racing

"Why is someone trying to kill me?" She thought to herself.

Just then; the car hit a guard-rail. The long, black limousine flipped over the hillside, and vanished in to the woods.

"Everything is alright now." a voice wispered.

Mila opened her eyes. She saw the familiar pine branch. She was dreaming again. Mila lifted up her head.

"I'm up here!" The voice cried out again.

She focused her eyes to the top of the pine tree. Woosh! Someone dropped out of the tree. Mila spun around. She stood face to face with a boy, about her age. He was dressed all in black. His eyes stared at her, from a sunburned face. He wore split toed shoe, and tight clothes that reviled his slim frame. Mila's heart sank into her stomach - she was in love.

"Are you alright, Mila?" He said in a concerned tone. "

He knows my name!" Mila giddily thought to herself.

"I'm gonna take those thugs down the mountain, just as soon as Tomo finishes cuffing them."

Mila was still in shock.

"Alright Kage - they're ready to go!" Said the young man from her last dream.

"I got to go now - I'll see you latter!" Said the dark dressed boy.

Mila's eyes followed him, as he escorted the now handcuffed Arabian men, down the mountain. The comfortably dressed young man, made his way over to Mila's tree. He sat down on the blanket. His curly brown hair blew in the breeze.

"Looks like it's just you and me, Mila." He said with a grin on his face.

Mila felt uncomfortable, all alone with this strange young man. He called her "girlfriend' - were they a couple.

The young man curled up next to her, on the blanket.

"Another day's work!" He said snickering.

"What did you mean..." Mila added - cutting him off mid-sentence. "...when you called me your girlfriend?

"Ahh, I just told them that, so they would off our behinds."

"But - do you have feelings for me?" Mila insisted, in a frighten tone.

"Honestly, I have always thought of you as just; another one of the guys! In fact, I never thought about us like that, until after I broke up with Margret."

"Margret, Where have I heard that name before?" Mila thought to herself. The young man leaned in closer to Mila's face.

"You see, I was never - physically - attracted to you..." He paused and then whispered  "...until, now..."

Mila woke up panting heavily.