Before the WEAPON program

Tallulah straightened the tie beneath her white collared blous, smoothing it against her bosom as she idly preened her clothing. The navy blue had been altered to give her a pencil skirt with a generous slit up the right side. Sure it was against regulations, but the assassin didn't care. When she had to be out in public, she always made sure to look her best. Azure tresses were tacked in a formal updo that had spirals cascading down at the epicenter of a grand bun on the crown of her head. Silver earrings dangled from her lobes as a simple diamond bangle wrapped around her wrist. A small purse hung at her side that stored various items while a suitcase was held in her right hand at her side. Today she was in Midgar on a task. While AVALANCHE was threatening Shinra, she had to keep many tabs on those such as Cloud Strife, former second class SOLDIER, and Aeris Gainsborough, the last known Cetra. Tallulah was dispatched as a business woman. A socialite with a strongsuit for personal relations over mandatory combat. Her sleight of hand usually did the trick when it came to disposing of her foes though she never killed unless necessary. With her bangs brushed off to the side her clear ocean hues could be viewed behind fashionable black frames.  In the Sector 5 Slums of Midgar the youthful miss stumbled upon a church which Aeris was said to reside. There was a distance to her gaze, a recessiveness that left mystery to those who looked upon the beauty. The Heiress to Gennings Tech Inc. shouldn't be involved so deep in the intelligence agency, but her Director of Operations though it to be fit to enlist such a powerful member of society within Junon. Field experience wasn't her favorite, as Tallulah often found her own whimsy to be preferred. One of her hands slid into the navy suit jacket's pocket, holding onto a falsified ID as well as a small vial of poison. The poison was always precautionary must like the badge in case people found her overly formal attire suspicious. Her cosplay was meant to be that of a scout for her parent's company though the Turk Operative was really sent to watch over the elusive Ancient.
Pulling open the doors to the church, the light clicks of black pumps hit the dark floor and resonated it's pitch throughout the cathedral. Rows of church pews lines from doorway to the stage while the life of plants suspended from the rafters. Midgar was inhospitable to plants, she had been informed. For the slums to contain such vegetation that looked well maintained, why, the Cetra had to have been here recently. "Hello?" A curious voice greeted any churchgoers in the middle of the day. Candles were lit around the alter hailing a particular fayth revolving around Mother Gaia. Interesting. Scanning the interior of the building she couldn't sense anyone present. Confident steps guided her up the isle, one buy one in calculative movements. Her gaze drifted upward toward the rafters and the second story that was hidden by large pillars. Were it not for the luminescent stained glass lining the sides of the building, one wouldn't know there was an upper level due to the shadows. "Is anyone here? I'm lost." A helpless tone of voice was chosen as she called out again, revealing uncertainty and dismay. Bringing her suitcase to the front of her frame the sweet-looking female held onto it with both hands as she continued walking up the isle. Tallulah couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the aged church, having not seen something so vintage since her very youth. Miss Gennings was a fan of all things timely, but her father was a futurist and always wanted the most updated and modernized equipment and furnishings to litter their lifestyle.