Callan

Business was something Callan was rather good with. Ever since he was a lad, he had a knack for finances, to the point of even doing his parents' own taxes for them and even helping with claims and the like. Callan gone to one of the prestigious business schools of the United Kingdom and began work as a simple bean counter for a company.

Callan's knack didn't stop him from enjoying life; however, during his first few years with the company, he had met someone. She was a florist who delivered flowers and was employed quite a bit by other companies who were sending Callan's bosses flora and the like as gestures of good nature and of course business. Callan had accidentally bumped into her while she was delivering another set of flowers, this time for a woman in his department who had gotten married the month before.

The two talked and found that they liked each other's company enough to go on dates. After a dozen or so dates, they became an inseparable couple and after eight years of being together, Callan proposed to Sonya and she accepted. They later married at a nice quiet church with close family and friends and a year later, Ciri was born.

Unfortunately, Callan did not foresee what happened. While Ciri was born perfectly healthy, Sonya meanwhile did not stop bleeding. The doctors did everything in their power to stop the bleeding, but the bleeding continued anyway, thus rendering Sonya to her death bed and with one last intervention from the doctors she was given a peaceful death. Callan was fortunate for the attendants as he broke down and wept over his late wife.

His wife was buried the next month after and Callan raised Ciri by himself. To this day, Callan was crippled by nightmares of seeing his wife there, on the operating table, holding out her hand for Callan to grab. Callan wouldn't take her hand and Sonya withered away in his very eyes.

Forward to now, Ciri had just turned six and Callan was working as hard as can be as a single father.

"Dad, can we go trick or treating?" Ciri asked Callan as he was writing checks for the bills. Callan glanced up, "We don't have Halloween here."

A few weeks ago, Callan brought Ciri along for a business trip. She was watched by a nanny while Callan worked, but he kept her amused whenever he wasn't working by taking her sightseeing. Ciri never did get to experience Halloween firsthand and in Great Britain, Halloween wasn't particularly like the one overseas.

Ciri stared at him as she said, "We don't?"

"No, love, we don't have Halloween here. At least, not like the one in America," Callan explained. Ciri frowned, "Why don't we?"

"Just how it works," Callan summed. Ciri sighed and walked into the den, watching some telly while Callan finished up the bills. With all the checks written, Callan set the stack on top of the fridge for tomorrow's post. He heard the phone in the den ring and Ciri calling for him, he walked into the den as Ciri was sitting on the sofa. Callan picked up the phone and on the other line was a business partner of the company he worked for. "Um, hello, is this Callan McDowell?" he heard on the line. Callan replied, "This is he. How may I help you?"

"Ah, Mr. McDowell, I was hoping to speak with you about the merger deal. My company would like to know what the merge entails, if you don't mind," Connor explained. Callan pondered, there wasn't anything happening in the coming weeks, so then would be a perfect time to discuss a merge. "Of course, my work's been light, I can take a glance. Shall I see you the 16th?" Callan said. Connor in return said, "Oh, I was hoping to see you today, preferably. Courtney has a doctor's appointment coming up and I want work out of the way before then. We think it came back."

Connor was referring to his wife, Courtney; she battled cancer throughout her youth and just recently was given a clean bill of health. From Connor's tone that was short lived. Callan understood what he was asking and agreed. "Um, where do you want to meet?" Callan asked. Connor replied, "The usual, please."

The usual being a pub that most business men used to conduct, it was called Swan's and had everything anyone would want.

"Right, um, what time?" Callan continued. Connor answered, "How does eight, sound?"

"Eight? Sure, I can do eight," Callan wrote down the time and place on a notepad. "See you then."

He hung up the phone and Ciri eyed him. "Daddy, are you going to work?" she asked him.

Callan shook his head, "No, daddy just needs to talk things over."

"Sounds like work," Ciri pouted. Callan sighed, "I'm sorry, hun, but that's just how being adult is."

Callan went to the list of phone numbers and phoned Ciri's usual babysitter, however the babysitter had the flu and was unable to watch Ciri. She instead referred Callan to a friend of hers near the pub that could watch Ciri. The babysitter swore to Callan that her friend was as trustworthy as her and he shouldn't worry about her.

Callan sighed and glanced over to Ciri, "Sorry looks to be your babysitter isn't available, unfortunately for me I have to get somebody to watch you."

"Who's going to watch me?" Ciri inquired. Callan responded, "Terry's got a friend who will watch you. Best behaviors and if anything happens I'll be at the pub a block over."

"Okay," Ciri nodded.

A little before they left, Ciri grabbed a few things to past the time. When she came out of her room with her pink backpack, she followed Callan out into the taxi that was called for a half an hour ago. Ciri plumped herself on the left side while Callan slid onto the right seat. Upon closing the door, Callan fixed himself in his seat as Ciri clung to her backpack. "Daddy," she asked. "Can we go to the theater on Friday?"

Callan pondered. There was no work that day, believe it or not, most of it was just accounting. Callen nods, "Of course, what do you want to see?"

"I want to see the new play," Ciri replied. Callen tilted his head, "The one with Henson puppets?"

"Yeah!" Ciri nodded profusely. Callen crossed his arms, "You know it's quite scary."

"Daddy," Ciri pleaded. Callen sighed, "Alright, but only because you asked."

"Thank you, daddy," Ciri smiled. Callan took a quick look out the window, they should've been arriving to the flat of Terry's friend by now, but it looked like they had gone the wrong mate. Callan cleared his throat and told the cabby, "Sir, I think you took a wrong turn, this isn't Clementine."

The cabby didn't respond and Callan told him again. "Sir, you're not going the right way," he tried to say. He stopped when he swore he heard the locks on the passenger doors lock. Ciri glanced around the taxi, "Daddy?"

Callan didn't respond, the cabby stopped the taxi and turned around. He stabbed a syringe into Callan's chest and pumped strange liquid, by the time Callan had pulled himself off the needle, it was already too late. The world spun erratically around Callan as his vision blurred and slowly dimmed, faintly he heard Ciri cry out for him.

Gamma comes third…

This is Subject Gamma. Now, I know what you're thinking. You think 'Alpha and Beta are hassles. What about Gamma?'

Gamma is more or less an Alpha that you want to keep a good eye on. Not to say he's dangerous—they're all dangerous in their own right. His quirk is something you take with precaution. Gamma's quirk involves him becoming dangerously attached to a child. Now, he will protect any child that comes into his vicinity, which is good. But, when a parent comes near the child and or scold its, he will react with violence. So! Hal Corporation of Science and Technology came up with a good trick to keep him preoccupied. We have instated an AI with the base model of a child. It has been programmed with an extensive map and knowledge of Utopia so wherever Gamma goes, it will follow. The AI will keep Gamma calm and so he will be more responsive to the control rod than when the AI wasn't online. However, there are risks. The risks that we found are that when the AI goes offline, Gamma will start to ignore commands and look around for the AI. Thankfully, the AI very seldom goes offline so nothing should happen. Keeping that in mind, Gamma will respond as long as the AI remains in constant view. Have a great day.