Agents moving out

In one of the hotel's many rooms, a beautiful young woman with long black hair sighed as she finished tying the laces on her sneakers. "I was hoping I could actually sleep in, but now I've gotta investigate a hell pit. Why is it always me?"

This was Esti Marroquín, a Jewish Central American hailing from the Greater Federal Republic of Central America. Born in Honduras, she had grown up surrounded by crime from a young age, motivating her to become an Interpol agent. Now representing the Greater Federal Republic of Central America at the Chess Olympics, she had been tasked by Interpol to operate as an inside-woman to uncover any sort of conspiracy regarding the event.

"Whatcha lookin' so glum for? Investigatin' shit's far easier here than back home," a girl with long platinum hair tied up in a ponytail smiled.

"Then care to volunteer to investigate in my place?" Esti snarled.

"Nope!"

This was Amira Elvira, a Bosnian-Central America who was pretty dumb, despite her cheerful nature. She had been born in Bosnia, but immigrated to Honduras in her teens, leading to her meeting and befriending Esti. She was also huge, towering at 200 cm above nearly every other woman competing in the whole event. Her physical strength was just as jarring as was her durability.

"Now, now, you're one of our best vanguards, Ami, if there's trouble, you can beak out of it with ease. Besides, you're headed to the salon, which seems to have at least 9 hired hands working. Not all of them could be enemies, but having a large lady like you there could make things go smoother, no pun intended," a bespectacled woman with moderately thick chestnut eyebrows and a clean-shaven head smiled as she typed on her laptop.

"Then why don't you go, baldy?" You already shaved off that large mountain of hair, so what have you got to lose?" a beautiful young woman with short blonde hair scoffed as she tied the laces on her sneakers.

"Just because I decided to shave my head doesn't mean I want to have it waxed, or lasered, nor have a single one of my eyelashes or eyebrows forcefully removed by some psycho bald fetishist. I think my current razor-shave only look plus cute brows brings out my sexy," the bald woman giggled.

These two women were Pilar Mecanógrafa and Isidora Novoa, respectively. Pilar hailed from El Salvador, and had a twin sister, who had sadly become estranged from her. Previously known for her long, mountainous-volume, waist-length chestnut hair, Pilar had decided to shave it all smooth as she was sick of having to maintain it the whole time. She did enjoy the feeling of shaving her head with razor and shaving cream and the sensation of a smooth head, but she also wanted to ensure she'd have the ability to regrow her hair, which is why waxing, depilatory cream, and lasers were off the table. When she first got shaved though, she did agree to have her eyebrows shaved off, but quickly regretted it, leading to her growing her eyebrows out to back where they were before.

As for her talent, Pilar was a skilled hacker, though nothing compared to greats like the Ginkawa family's Emeri Kuramori, aka Rolly Polly. Ironically enough, Emeri was a girl who had gotten her head shaved numerous times, mostly against her will. But due to her Ginkawa genes, chugging a gallon or two of milk was all it took to restore he hair to normal, even if subjected to premium hair follicle destruction services.

Isidora Novoa on the other hand, hailed from Guatemala, and had a talent for speaking many languages. She was usually Esti's partner, having met her shortly after the nations of El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, and Nicaragua had been merged into the Greater Federal Republic of Central America and warped to Southeast Asia a year prior in 2023. She also preferred to dye her hair blonde as she felt it made her stand out better compared to her naturally colored brown hair.

In general, nearly the entire Central American team was comprised of Interpol agents, with the exception of the final member, Violant Sanabria. The daughter of an infamous Nicaraguan politician, Violant had inherited many of her father's unsavory traits, and was a monster at the chessboard with a rating of 2713. In fact, she was the only member on the entire team with a rating above 2000, which was why the team's standing was so poor in the tournament as Pilar was the only other one who could sometimes go toe-to-toe with most of the other players.

Sitting in the corner, menacingly glaring and stroking her long green hair, Violant read her book and practiced her chess moves while keeping a close eye on the others.

"You're going with me, then?" Esti asked as Isidora trotted over to her.

"No shit, Snacc. A lil munchkin like you would be eaten alive by the big bad bald fetishists if I let you go in alone. But with a multilingual girlboss like me by your side, we clear em' like we do back home," Isidora grinned as she wrapped her arm around Esti.

Esti sighed and freed herself from Isidora's grasp. "I'm not that much shorter than you.

...

Reaching the salon, Esti and Isidora arrived just in time to see a sobbing Gundega having the last of her long blonde locks sheared off before having her head lathered with shaving cream. None of her teammates appeared to be present, with the other stylists servicing others, notably Bernadetta, Bora, Arii, Matsuba, Bridget, Brittney, Ethelreda and Camila, the latter two naturally protesting as they were shaved and waxed smooth with the others in their group.

"Don't load those two up. Give em the beauty cream, but don't cover their eyes or click the pod button on the chair!" Melisha called out to the ones servicing the New Zealanders.

"Melisha Kamaleon, said to be the WWCF's top spy and information broker. She's known for changing he face and alias frequently, and for he massive bald fetish. The records say this current look she's got going is her French alias, Melisha Vousrendrechauve," Esti whispered.

""Melisha makes you bald"? Talk about overtness. But rumors say she's got written deals with every major underworld and criminal player out there along with many light world ones. Some of our own have even done business with her, often at the cost of their own hair," Isidora scowled.

"So we're the next statistic? Give me a break. We should just stay out of sight instead of barging in."

Orders are to raid the place. The brass doesn't like the footage of girls getting loaded up into pods and dragged out. Smells like human smuggling."

"They're advertising this on official channels."

"And that's why I can always phish you; you're gullible to scams," Pilar's voice snickered over the Bluetooth headset.

"That's only because you disguise your malware as official business mail, thus I open and click the link, only to have my bank accounts frozen for the week."

"Thank your banks for having common sense. And if you could actually go in, the micro cameras I got on you two could give everyone here a much better look."

With a heavy sigh, Esti locked arms with Isidora and marched into the salon together with her.