April Dancer was being cruel, at least that's the way Napoleon felt about what she was doing.

She was beside him on the beach blanket wearing the proverbial itsy bitsy, teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini, stretching out and arching her back in a rather seductive way and he was feeling a little warm because of it.

Granted it was a sunny day along the shore, with a nice breeze coming in from the water, but Solo's warmth was being prompted by his libido.

They were keeping their eyes on a man who was walking along the strand with one of those new portable metal detectors.

With the invention and development of the transistor in the 50s and 60s, metal detector manufacturers and designers were able to make smaller lighter machines with improved circuitry, running on small battery packs. Companies were springing up all over the USA and Britain to supply the growing demand. There was a new generation of treasure hunters because of them.

This man however, wasn't your average treasure hunter looking for jewelry and coins lost in the sand, this man was searching for something specifically left for him.

Illya was on the beach as well, sloshing along in the water, and following the fellow. Periodically he'd pick up shells that he'd put into a child's red plastic bucket as he tried to look innocuous. Given there was no place to hide his gun as he was wearing only a clingy white bathing suit, his Special was well hidden in the bucket amongst the shells.

April sighed," Will you look at that view."

"Mmm, yes it is a spectacular one," Napoleon agreed, though his eyes were focused on her breasts and not on what she was looking at.

"Excuse me, I'm talking about your partner. He looks great in that bathing suit. I didn't realize how trim and muscular he was. Those black clothes of his really hide things."

"April," Napoleon groused," I think you need to keep your eye on the target."

"Speak for yourself." She stuck out her tongue at him, but did as he said. When they both looked for the metal detector man, he was nowhere to be seen.

Napoleon immediately pulled his communicator. "Channel F- Illya are you there?"

"Yes I am."

"We lost the target, can you see him?"

"Speak for yourself. While you and April were busy with your ogling and chatting, I took care of the target. I have the box he uncovered and he is sleeping soundly on a nearby beach blanket. Now can we please go, I am getting sunburned."

"Sure thing tovarisch."

"Next time you'll let me put sunscreen on you," April added her two cents. "Now your might need some Noxzema."

"Thank you but no… I will meet you over at the concession stand. Kuryakin out."

"Darn," April mumbled, "This assignment was over too fast. I was enjoying working on my tan. It really is a gorgeous day isn't it?"

"Darn is right," Napoleon mumbled."I was getting a rise over you working on your tan too."

April's head did a slow turn, and she glanced down at Napoleon's bathing suit.

"Better tell Illya we're going to be a few minutes lover boy, you're not going anywhere in that condition."

"Well maybe later you can….umm, scratch my itch?" Napoleon crooned.

"Maybe…" she flirted back.