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

<passage>:
Conspiracy on Callisto By JAMES MacCREIGH Revolt was flaring on Callisto, and Peter Duane Duane's hand flicked to his waist and hung there, poised. His dis-gun remained undrawn. The tall, white-haired man—Stevens—smiled. said. "We'll take it up with Andrias tonight. We'll see whether you can cut me out!" The white-haired man's smile faded. He stepped forward, one hand bracing him against the thrust of the rocket engines underneath, holding to the guide rail at the side of the ship's corridor. He said, "Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance I work for myself. When we land on Callisto tonight I'll be with you when ?—over to him. And I'll collect my fair share of the proceeds. That's as far as it goes. I take no orders from him." Duane said, "Do I have to kill you?" It was only a question as he asked A muted alarm bell sounded through the P.A. speakers, signaling a one-minute warning. The white-haired man cocked his eyebrow. "Not at all," he said. He took the measure of his slim, red-headed belligerent than Duane, standing there. "Not at all," he repeated. "Just take your ten thousand and let it go at that. Don't make trouble. Leave Andrias out of our private argument." "Damn you!" Duane flared. "I was promised fifty thousand. I need that money. Do you think—" Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. "I was right have to kill you!" swept up and pinioned Duane, holding him impotent. "Don't be a fool," he grated. "Duane—" heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down He was too late. Duane's was out and leveled at him. And the lights went out in a burst of crashing pain for Peter Duane. Someone was talking to him. Duane tried to force an eye open to see who It was a girl's voice. Duane was suddenly conscious that a girl's light He opened his eyes. A slight red-headed girl in white nurse's uniform course. Lucky you weren't hurt, Peter. The man you were with—the old, white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened "Peter!" There was shock and hurt in the tone of her voice. "I'm—don't you know me, Peter?" Duane shook his head confusedly. "I don't know anything," he said. "Duane, Duane," a man's heavy voice said. "That won't wash. Don't play "Duane?" he said. "Duane...." He swiveled his head and saw a dark, squat man frowning at him. "Who are you?" Peter asked. The dark man laughed. "Take your time, Duane," he said easily. "You'll remember me. My name's Andrias. I've been waiting here for you to wake up. We have some business matters to discuss." The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: "I'll leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias. He's still suffering from shock." Duane waved a hand and pushed himself dizzily erect, swinging his legs Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. "Don't bent closer, peered at Duane. "I almost think—" he began. That's your last chance that just went by, Duane. From now on, I'm Two large, ugly men in field-gray uniforms, emblazoned with the "Duane here is resisting arrest," Andrias said. "Take him along. We'll "You can't do that," Duane said wearily. "I'm sick. If you've got Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of Duane off without a word. Duane had thought the nurse, who seemed a while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car, they seemed dreamlike yet somehow oddly familiar to Duane. Somewhere My name, it seems, is Peter Duane And they tell me that I killed a man! The thought was starkly incredible to him. A white-haired man, it had someone named Stevens. He tried to remember. Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument. Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing.... But—murder! Duane looked at his hands helplessly. Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for "Who's this man Andrias?" Duane whispered to the nearest guard. and frescoed walls. Duane wished for human companionship—particularly deadly. It was too bad, Duane reflected, that he'd failed to remember Duane sat down on a lumpy, sagging bed and buried his head in his hands. Dim ghosts of memory were wandering in his mind. He tried to conjure them into stronger relief, or to exorcise them entirely. Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, " Duane could remember the scene clearly. Could almost see the sharp, smoke-heavy room, across the table from a tall man with white hair. Stevens! " ," the man had said. " Latest unfrequented side streets to a great windowless building. Duane white-haired man with a puzzled question—and the man had laughed aloud. Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over ," he thought. " Apparently I'm a His reflection—white, drawn face made all the more pallid by the red "All right, Duane." The deep voice of a guard came to him as the door Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. "Governor Andrias wants to a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his memory as he entered. One of the ancient Earth dictators had employed The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind "Here I am," said Duane. "What do you want?" handed it to Duane. "In spite of your behavior, you can keep alive. Duane said, without expression, "No." "I'll have your neck for this, Duane," he said softly. Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out. handed the paper to Duane without a word. He gave him a pen, watched stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. "I almost think you really have lost your memory, Duane," he said. "Otherwise, surely you would take whatever Duane said, "You're ready, then...." Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias' But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him. ," he thought. " I'm Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It Duane took the release he had signed and tore it to shreds. But that An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious who lose them. Andrias' throat was speckled with the livid marks of Duane's fingers Duane's head, butting Andrias in the face, had drawn a ," Duane thought. " Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut Duane's balled left Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he belt and spaceman's kerchief. He dragged him around behind the desk, thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the

<question>:
The red headed woman is most likely Duane's...

<options>:
A regular nurse
B mother
C friend/girlfriend
D coworker

<answer>:

C