Bermuda Triangle - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"I'm so hot…"  Napoleon was draped across a mound of sand, his suit coat over his head.

"How hot are you Napoleon?" Illya was bunched up in a ball like shape, his face buried in his chest as he tried to avoid direct sunlight.

"I'm so hot I would wear bermuda shorts to the office if it meant not being here."

The Russian laughed out loud at that and raised his head.

"Really Napoleon?  Bermuda shorts?  Did you hear that Mark?"

The British agent smiled as he approached the two men.

"The homing signal worked great.  Now, about those shorts…"