Michelangelo watched Cori leave the cockpit and leaned back strumming his guitar idily. He ran through the plan multiple times and each time it was as sound as the first. A report of missing uniforms draws attention, and someone who's too embarrassed to report the loss never does. And corpses draw more attention than missing uniforms. So this was indeed the best way. Unfortunately that meant Mikey had to either explain the plan to the doc or pull a fast one on her.
Taking a deep breath he set his guitar down and headed into the ship. Reaching the medbay he popped his head in and saw it empty. Relief flooded the youth as he quickly moved in and pulled the door shut behind him. Locking it he moved to the doc's medicine cabinet and quickly pulled out a lockpick. His deft fingers moved quickly and the pilot had the door open. Michelangelo quickly shifted the bottles looking for a particular label. Finally finding it he pulled it out and popped the lid off. Slipping about 10 from his bottle into his pocket he recapped the bottle and put it back.
The youth closed and relocked the cabinet then unlocked and exited the medbay. As innocent as he could he made his way off the ship after reading the note Cori left him. Moving through the streets looking for the place Michelangelo hummed quietly to himself, trying to recall the most patriotic songs of the alliance. Something to distract and entertain. As he entered the bar and his eyes scanned the tables Mikey felt his stomach jump. Something it always did when pulling a prank, as excitement mixed with fear. A feeling he always got when pulling a stunt in the sky.