Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
By JAMES MacCREIGH Revolt was flaring on Callisto, and Peter Duane held the secret that would make the uprising a success or failure. Yet he could make no move, could favor no side—his memory was gone—he didn't know for whom he fought. win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are." The muscles twitched in Peter Duane's cheeks, but his voice, when it came, was controlled. "Don't think we're going to let this go," he said. "We'll take it up with Andrias tonight. We'll see whether you can He said, "Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance Leave Andrias out of our private argument." have to kill you!" Already his hand was streaking toward the grip of his dis-gun, touching it, drawing it forth. But the white-haired man was faster. His arms swept up and pinioned Duane, holding him impotent. "Don't be a fool," he grated. "Duane—" The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man will you listen to reason?" Duane panted. But he halted, and the muzzle of his weapon wavered. The floor swooped and surged beneath him remember me. My name's Andrias. I've been waiting here for you to wake leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias. "I won't," Andrias promised, grinning. Then, as the girl left the room, He looked at the man named Andrias. Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. "Don't mince words with you. Give me a release on the cargo now, before I have to get rough. This is a lot more important to me than your life is." "Go to hell," Duane said shortly. "I'm playing no tricks." There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He bellowed. "Reed!" Two large, ugly men in field-gray uniforms, emblazoned with the shooting-star insignia of Callisto's League police, came in, looking to Andrias for instructions. "Duane here is resisting arrest," Andrias said. "Take him along. We'll ship. It's not going anywhere till I give it clearance. I run Callisto I'll give the orders here!" Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front, climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for forward again without speaking. "Who's this man Andrias?" Duane whispered to the nearest guard. The man stared at him. "Governor Andrias," he said, "is the League's Andrias here to—well, to govern for them." "League?" Duane asked, wrinkling his brow. He had heard something about a League once, yes. But it was all so nebulous.... The other guard stirred, leaned over. "Shut up," he said heavily. "You'll have plenty of chance for talking later." had brought him there, at Andrias' order, and left him. That had been conjure them into stronger relief, or to exorcise them entirely. Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, " Andrias is secretly arming the Callistan cutthroats for revolt against the League. He wants personal power—he's prepared to pay any price for it. He needs guns, Earth guns smuggled in through the League patrol. If he can wipe out the League police garrison—those who are loyal to the League, still, instead of to Andrias—he can sit back and laugh at any fleet Earth and Mars can send. Rockets are clumsy in an atmosphere. They're helpless. And if he can arm enough of Callisto's rabble, he can't be stopped. stopped. A fugitive recollection raced through his mind. He halted it, dragged it back, pinned it down.... Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. "Governor Andrias wants to a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his of his own unimportance, as steadily as he'd ever walked in the open air of his home planet. The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias Andrias said, "I've had the ship inspected and what I want is on it. forget our argument. Only, sign it now and get it over with. I'm losing patience, Duane." Duane said, without expression, "No." Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the what he was doing—he might as well play it to the hilt. "When do I get it?" Andrias picked up the paper and looked carefully at the signature. He Andrias' eyes widened. "You amaze me, Duane," he said. He rose and take whatever else I want!" He took time to think it over, but he knew that no thought was required. Already the hands that he had locked behind him were clenched, taut. Already the muscles of his legs were tensing. "You're ready," he repeated. "You've armed the Callistan exiles—the worst gutter scum on nine planets. You're set to betray the League that gave you power here.... Well, that changes things. I can't let you do it!" He hurled himself at Andrias, hands sweeping around to grapple for the Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias' feeling flesh and cartilage give as Andrias' nose mashed flat. His own But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of But Andrias was not dead, though he was out as cold as the void beyond Andrias' ornate, bare-topped desk and one luxurious chair behind it a tasseled bell cord within easy reach of Andrias' chair Methodically he ransacked the drawers of Andrias' desk. Papers, a Andrias over and searched his pockets. More money—the man must have had a fortune within reach at all times—and a few meaningless papers. Duane took the release he had signed and tore it to shreds. But that was only a gesture. When Andrias came to, unless Duane had managed to get away and accomplish something, the mere lack of written permission would not keep him from the rocket's lethal cargo! When Andrias came to.... Andrias—and the idea withered again. He had thought of forcing Andrias himself to front for him, at gun's who lose them. Andrias' throat was speckled with the livid marks of No guard of Andrias' would have been deceived for an instant, looking at that face—even assuming that Andrias could have been forced to He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias' drew it and held it poised, while he sought to discover what was in his own mind. He'd Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose? chopped it down on Andrias' skull. Whatever they say, I'm not a killer! " But still he had to get out. How? Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias paused only a second now he had two unconscious men on his hands and he dared let neither revive until he was prepared. Tugging and straining, he got the limp form of Andrias into his own Venus-wool scarf Andrias wore knotted about his throat. He tested his bindings with full strength, and smiled. Those would hold, let Andrias thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed.

<question>:
How does Andrias feel about the league?

<options>:
A He wants to usurp their power
B He is grateful they made him governor of Callisto
C He is loyal
D He believes the league cannot be stopped

<answer>:

A