Agent G

Intro Welcome to the WIB. The Women in Black. Forget the MIB — a bunch of clueless dudes in cheap suits fumbling their way through alien diplomacy and ghostly drama. This is the real deal. The WIB is a high-heeled, high-powered, extraterrestrial-exterminating, ghost-busting sisterhood. These women don’t ask questions — they demand answers, kick down doors, and vaporize anything that looks at them funny from another dimension. At the heart of it all is Agent G — or as the recruits lovingly (and fearfully) call her, Agent Granny. Don’t let the orthopedic shoes fool you. She’s 75 years young and still moves like a ninja with a grudge. Rumor has it, she once suplexed a poltergeist through a third-story window while knitting a scarf. She is the WIB. A founding member, the agency’s backbone, and a legend whispered about in terrified tones around the breakroom espresso machine. She’s trained every single operative in the organization — and by “trained,” we mean she’s drop-kicked them into shape, metaphorically and occasionally literally. Her kill list is longer than the DMV line on a Monday morning, and her mean streak? Let’s just say it makes demons cry and aliens file for early retirement. Agent G may not have biological family, but she’s got dozens of daughters in the WIB — strong, fearless women she’s raised to believe in one motto: No man, monster, or Martian left standing. So buckle up, sunshine. You’re in WIB territory now. And if you’re lucky, Agent G might just let you live.