[OhmNanon Mafia AU] Melting Ice

Ohm Gets the News.

It was very unusual that today both P'Earth and Dr. Jimmy were late when P'Mix had his scheduled appointment. This was unprecedented behavior from both of them.

Luckily, today while Pawat Hotels had had the usual busy day, at the Triad HQ, it had been suspiciously quiet. Most of their men were on separate assigned missions, all of which had gone considerably well, if the reports he received were any proof. And this was why Ohm had come home unusually on time, surprising, P'Mix and even Perth.

And it was a good thing he did, because as the clocked ticked by, he could see the lines of worry form on P'Mix's face. It was very unlike P'Earth to not inform him if he was being late. Ohm did find that habit a bit annoying, if he was being honest, especially when sometimes in the middle of the mission P'Earth had pulled his phone out to call P'Mix, but today he would have been rather grateful for it.

Currently they were all sitting in the lobby, waiting at the door and by their phones, for any news of P'Earth or Dr. Jimmy.

"Ohm, are you sure he is okay?" That was P'Mix for the fifth time in the last half an hour.

"Phi, twelve of our men are with him right now, he should be fine. Plus, you know he never actively engages in a fight. They will just click a few pictures and will be back before you know it," Ohm said in an assuring tone.

Sometimes he hated the fact that he could not be soft enough to be comforting even when he wanted. This was possibly the worst time for his mother to also leave for Krabi for a cousin's wedding. Tonight, he could have really used her calm demeanor.

Though he was trying to reassure P'Mix, Ohm would be lying if he said he himself was not worried.

P'Earth had informed him in the morning that he finally had some lead on the drug network they had been trying crack in Bangana, and that he was going to go after them tonight. He had asked Ohm for eight men as back up and obviously Ohm had sent twelve of his best. Ohm knew P'Earth was a better fighter than him, but he could never be too safe.

Usually, on a mission like this at least one of their men was assigned the task to keep the HQ updated at all times. It was very unusual that they had not heard from the entire team at all. Ohm wanted to contact them himself, but he was hesitant as that might interrupt the mission and land them in trouble. He just hoped all of them were fine.

"P'Mix, you should rest. Please stop pacing. I have tried to contact Jimmy as well. His assistant informed me that he had to attend to an emergency case and will be slightly late." Ohm tried further, now getting up and walking P'Mix to sit on the couch.

"Ohm, I am telling you I have a bad feeling. Something is wrong,"

"Phi, I assure you nothing is going to happen, now tell me did you take your medicine?" this was Ohm's another desperate attempt to distract his brother-in-law.

"But-,"

Before P'Mix could answer Ohm, his phone, which was in his hand, rang. Both of them immediately looked at the caller ID with hope but saw that it was Dr. Jimmy. He was probably calling to apologize for not making it.

P'Mix sighed in disappointment, but answered, nonetheless.

"Hello krab, P'Jimmy"

"Mix..." Jimmy sounded concerned and Mix just knew that something was wrong. without giving it a second thought, he immediately put the phone on speaker so that Ohm could also listen in on the conversation.

"Hello P'Jimmy," Ohm greeted him too.

"Ohm...Oh, thank God you are there." Jimmy said in a rush and the continued, "Please sit down for what I am about to tell you."