It Was an Acident...
The air in the bookshop was heavy with the scent of fresh paint and paper alike. It'd taken a bit of finagling to separate the outlaw from his tin soldier, but once he had, Semex knew there was no going back. He was committed to the experiment. To what had to be done to see it through. Morals had no place among science. Red had been suspicious from the moment the Doc had flagged him down, glancing over his shoulder only to find Saiko making for an alleyway. There was no option but go ahead without him, or risk losing the elusive chirurgeon yet again. "Where ya been Doc?", Red had questioned, eyes like two gil coin narrowing in their inquisition. As Semex had begun to spin a tale of discovering a solution to Thor's contained corruption, Red's guard slowly lowered. He considered if Thor had been right. Maybe he'd just been too damn tired lately and the Doc, however questionable in social etiquette, was really only doing what any concerned friend would in such a situation.
The needle stung, and it'd happened to quickly that Red had actually smacked the side of his neck, ensuring whatever insect had done the deed didn't live to do it twice. "Doc?", he asked, brows furrowing to a near point beneath the brim of his hat as his gaze fell upon the syringe in the hand of his long-time associate, and friend. Ever true to his quirks, Semex adjusted his spectacles, setting the vial aside and reaching out to partially support the already wavering outlaw. "Nothing personal you see. You're just the ideal candidate for this study, and while I do not doubt I could have found another. Well, you always were one for sticking your nose where it didn't belong." Red's boots began to scuff the wooden planks as the Doc lifted the counter and drug him through to the hidden laboratory in the back. There were attempts at words but more drool came out than syllables. By the time Semex got him laid up on a table, Red was out cold. All that remained was to secure his subject then-
"Semex Drogon! You are malfunctioning. Cease and desist." What a nuisance. The Doc had anticipated the backup however and quickly pulled a pin, tossing an acidic grenade at the feet of the A.I. he'd always loathed to call a comrade. Saiko could do nothing in his defense nor retaliation. Whatever materials the lab was made of went untarnished, while every ilm from sword to the soles of Sai's boots began to disintegrate. As Semex looked on he was fascinated with the effectiveness of his own latest chemical experiment. Already the A.I. was little more than a puddle. He turned and took a hose from the wall, releasing a valve that sent water spraying forth. Protected against such corrosion or not, it was best not to leave it to erode over time. Five minutes later and it was as if Saiko had never been there at all. A metallic taste lingered in his mouth, and as Semex fastened the straps across Red's body, he pondered how much of Sai he'd just inhaled as a byproduct of the fumes. With a sigh he stepped back, reaching up to dial in the frequency of his latest contact. "Hello. Yes, the targets name is Thorstyr Helbwilfsyn. There is no room for failure on this job you understand. Very well, have them meet me on the second floor of the explorer's league museum. Tonight." All that was left was the garlean, and as Semex left the laboratory he exited the bookshop and flagged down a guard. It was his civic duty to report suspicious characters for investigation after all.