Illya Kuryakin sat shirtless on an exam table in Medical, with his physical complete he was ready to step down and finish dressing himself.

"One moment Mr. Kuryakin," the male medical technician said. He reached over and jabbed the Russian's arm with a rather large needle.

"Ow!" Illya snapped, giving him one of his classic cold stares.

"Oh the big bad spy has an owie...it was just a little prick," the tech replied.

"I think you are the prick," Illya mumbled, "A little warning would have been nice." He rubbed his forearm, examining the injection site, feeling a miniscule bump just beneath his skin.

"What is this?"

"It's a new subcutaneous tracking device." Alexander Waverly said, appearing in the doorway. "Quite clever and you being familiar with microelectronics can appreciate its construction. This now eliminates the need to use the homing signal in the communicator pen. Field agents are often relieved of equipment when waylaid, so this new tracker covers our agents no matter where they are."

"So if I miss a scheduled check-in, UNCLE will still be aware of where I am...dead or alive," Illya concluded dispassionately. "Clever."

"I'm glad you agree Mr. Kuryakin, as your next assignment will require radio silence, but we'll still know precisely where you are at all times. Now if you'll get dressed, and meet me in my conference room, we can review the details."

"Yes sir, I will be there shortly," Illya said, slowly putting on his shirt until Waverly was out of sight. "Now about that prick. "He turned to the medical technician...

Illya arrived right on time to his meeting with Alexander Waverly, and while he was reading over the file that had been sent round to him on the conference table, the telephone in the wall alcove rang.

"Yes," the Old Man answered, pausing then to listen. "The devil you say, yes I will, and thank you for your prompt attention." He hung up the receiver, looking directly at his Russian.

"Mr. Kuryakin, would you know anything about a medical technician being tied up in a bed sheet and having been given...I believe the term is, a wedgie?"

Illya shook his head, letting his lower lip protrude just slightly as he flashed his blue eyes in an innocent stare.

"Not going to work young man,"Waverly huffed."May I remind you not to terrorize our Medical personnel, they like you, are merely doing their job."

Kuryakin maintained a straight face, not confirming or denying his actions.

"Hmm, quite." Waverly mumbled.