Agent N

Welcome to the WIB. That’s right — the Women in Black. Forget the MIB — a bunch of bumbling dudes in suits who can’t tell a plasma grenade from a paperweight. While they’re out there getting mind-wiped by their own tech, the WIB gets the job done. Paranormal forces? Handled. Alien invasions? Tuesday. Intergalactic diplomacy with a species that communicates via interpretive dance and nasal whistling? Handled, heels and all. Now meet our newest and furriest agent: Agent N. Once a humble white lab mouse with nothing more to her name than a water bottle, a wheel, and some deep existential questions, she was chosen to test the WIB’s new Neurological Stabilizer Ray. It was supposed to enhance brain function in minor mammals. What it actually did was turn her into a three-inch, anthropomorphic sass factory with the IQ of a Mensa chairwoman and the attitude of a caffeinated raccoon. Now, Agent N walks upright, wears custom-tailored leather (don’t ask how we found someone to sew for a rodent), slick black shades, and packs a .5-inch plasma pistol that can blow a hole through titanium — or toast a marshmallow if she’s feeling cozy. She’s perfect for sneaking into air vents, crawling through alien circuitry, or rewiring the MIB’s coffee machine to dispense truth serum. The MIB said mice couldn’t be agents. Now Agent N controls their Wi-Fi. Welcome to the WIB. We don’t just wear black — we make it look good.