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

<passage>:
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 cut me out!" 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 "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—" 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." leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias. He's still suffering from shock." "I won't," Andrias promised, grinning. Then, as the girl left the room, the smile dropped from his face. skull, throbbing hotly. He closed his eyes until it subsided, trying to force his brain to operate, to explain to him where and what he was. He looked at the man named Andrias. "Nobody seems to believe me," he said, "but I really don't know what's Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. "Don't play tricks on me," he said savagely. "I haven't time for them. I won't There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car, climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot forward. The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand under the dashboard. The high wail of a siren came instantly from the Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked forward again without speaking. "Who's this man Andrias?" Duane whispered to the nearest guard. later, still in the barred room into which he'd been thrust. The guards had brought him there, at Andrias' order, and left him. That had been all. 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 A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up 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 just such a psychological trick to overawe those who came to beg favors air of his home planet. Whichever planet that was. The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias waved him out. Andrias said, "I've had the ship inspected and what I want is on it. That saves your life, for now. But the cargo is in your name. I could patience, Duane." Duane said, without expression, "No." Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he spoke. Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the mottled anger fade from his face and leave it without expression. He Andrias picked up the paper and looked carefully at the signature. He creased it thoughtfully, stowed it in a pocket before answering. "Naturally," he said, "there will have to be a revision of terms. I Andrias' eyes widened. "You amaze me, Duane," he said. He rose and stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. "I almost think you really it!" He hurled himself at Andrias, hands sweeping around to grapple for the Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias' his hands at the other's throat gripped tighter. He lunged forward, slamming the hard top of his head into the other's face, feeling flesh and cartilage give as Andrias' nose mashed flat. His own his earlier accident. But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the carpeted floor. getting in a rut! " But Andrias was not dead, though he was out as cold as the void beyond Pluto. The thick carpeting had saved him from a broken head. Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before Andrias' ornate, bare-topped desk and one luxurious chair behind it a tasseled bell cord within easy reach of Andrias' chair the long carpet. That was all it contained. 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 point, in the conventional manner of escaping prisoners. But fist fights, fiction to the contrary notwithstanding, leave marks on the men 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 No guard of Andrias' would have been deceived for an instant, looking at that face—even assuming that Andrias could have been forced to cooperate by the threat of a gun. Which, considering the stake Andrias had in this play, was doubtful.... He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias' breath was audible he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose? He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and chopped it down on Andrias' skull. There was a sharp grunt from the still unconscious man, but no other sign. Only—the first tremors of movement that had shown on him halted, The guard! There was a way! reached it, he saw it begin to open. He quickly sidestepped and was out of the guard's sight, behind the door, as the man looked in. Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out— But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare. long bell cord without causing it to ring and, bearing it, he dropped again to the floor. Tugging and straining, he got the limp form of Andrias into his own chair, bound him with the bell cord, gagged him with the priceless Venus-wool scarf Andrias wore knotted about his throat. He tested his bindings with full strength, and smiled. Those would hold, let Andrias 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 unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in, then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed. Then he took off his own clothes, quickly assumed the field-gray

<question>:
What would most likely have happened if Andrias had not waved out the guard?

<options>:
A Duane would not have turned over the cargo
B Duane would not have escaped
C Duane would not have signed the paper
D Andrias would have died

<answer>:

B