It had been a silent, one hour ride in the helicopter of the Turks. Serena, one whom the others referred to as 'The Mute Lady' rather rudely, looked at her current surroundings as she watched the helicopter take off. Standing alone on the heliport, she silently took in her surroundings. Adorned in the black uniform of the Turks, it was obvious what she was and who she worked for. The Turks held a certain respect about them that everyone feared.

Despite being what she was, appearance wise she didn't seem so threatening. In fact, she was only five feet tall and rather petite. If anyone were to look at her, she would resemble any typical young lady. One that people wouldn't expect to actually be physically fit in combat and wield a chain whip around like it was nothing.

Going down the steps, she briefly went over her assignment's instructions. According to her intelligence, the target was right in their midst here in Junon. If that were true, it wouldn't be hard to locate him. Serena always got the job done and she always ensured she did it efficiently. No one would suspect her as she quietly stalked down the steps heading into the port city.

Dark blue hair tied up in a braid, it was odd seeing white hair weaving in and out of the braid. If anyone were to wonder, they might think she had dyed it. In reality, it had become white from stress during the traumatic incident where her family and voice had been taken away from her. Gently patting her shirt, she could feel her chain whip concealed under it wrapped about her waist, ready to use should need it. 'Alright, I'm ready for this...let's do this!' she told herself, heading over to what appeared to be a bar.

If there ever was a good place to start, it would be at the local bar. Everyone and their dog went there and she would be able to find valuable information. If her assumptions lead her in the right direction, she would find the target in no time.