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

<passage>:
rendezvous for death was plainly marked. The most dangerous is not the outlawed murderer, who only slays men, Darkness and the chill glitter of stars. Bo Jonsson crouched on a and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close, catfooting too softly to set up vibrations. A man could do that when him, light-years to fall through emptiness before he reached one. He had been alone among them before he had almost thought them friends. the stars and reset the machinery of a universe gone awry. He smiled stiffly at the thought. He wanted to laugh too, but checked himself for fear he wouldn't be able to stop. had to be a hunter, too, and track down the other man, before he died. And if he found his enemy, he would probably die anyway. death. Not till men came and hunted each other. which was doubtful, he couldn't. Johnny Malone was dead. Maybe that was what had started it all—the death of Johnny Malone. There are numerous reasons for basing on the Trojan asteroids, but to be. The trailing group is the jumping-off place for trans-Jovian revolution about the sun gives the departing ship a welcome boost, while minimizing the effects of Jupiter's drag. Moreover, being dense clusters, they have attracted swarms of miners, start out on his own—a race of individualists, rough and noisy and jealous, but living under iron rules of hospitality and rescue. The Last Chance on Achilles has another name, which simply sticks an "r" in the official one Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and flowing tunic and slacks, a beret cocked on his sleek head. But somehow he didn't grate on Bo, they had been partners for several years now. They pushed through a milling crowd at the bar, rockhounds who watched one of Achilles' three live ecdysiasts with hungry eyes, and by some miracle found an empty booth. Bo squeezed his bulk into one side of the drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have with amiable blue eyes in a battered brown face, he did not consider himself bright, and always wanted to learn. and we've got to fortify ourselves for the trip. A bottle, a battle, and a wench is what I need. Most especially the wench, because I don't and it's close quarters aboard the Dog ." Bo kept on sipping slowly. "Johnny," he said, raising his voice to cut "Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without knowing more math and physical science than the average professor on "I don't, Johnny," said Bo. "I'll just nurse a beer." It wasn't morals he'd wait till they hit Luna. Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the (b) her crew, himself and Johnny space trip is expensive but in a few more years they'd be able to buy another ship or two, and eventually Fireball and Triplanetary would be Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night tablets. Besides what he was putting back into the business, he was trying to build a private hoard some day, he'd retire and get married and build a house. He already had the site picked out, on Kullen overlooking the Sound, back on Earth. Man, but it was a long time since he'd been on Earth! Johnny made some reply. Bo heaved up his form and strode toward the That was when it happened. Bo saw the little needler spit from the only clear thought which ran in the sudden storm of Bo's head. Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison. next face of the rough cube which was the asteroid. Bo lay on his belly completing his search scheme. helpless and soon frozen body would be just another meteor for the next Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was emergency reserve, but a preventive of emergencies, for one man alone might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed spacemen available for immediate hiring are found once in a Venusian Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till his main thought a dull dread of having to tell Johnny's father when he reached Luna. He was too slow and clumsy with words his comforting to space, Johnny was the last from Saturn to the sun, his blood was strewn for nothing. Bo returned to the transient quarters and dialed Valeria McKittrick. "Hadn't you heard?" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could "Johnny's dead. We can't leave." "Oh ... I'm sorry. He was such a nice little man—I've been in the lab aren't certified, and the is licensed for no less than two operators." "Well ... damn! There won't be another berth for weeks, and I've got to get home. Can't you find somebody?" Bo shrugged, not caring much. "I'll circulate an ad if you want, but—" face, and her hair was a cataract of spectacular red. And brains, too ... you didn't get to be a physicist with the Union's radiation labs for nothing. He knew she was still young, and that she had been on Achilles for about a year working on some special project and was now was rare, and a virtuous woman unheard-of as a result, unknown to herself, Dr. McKittrick's fame had spread through more thousands of Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked intelligent women, and he was getting tired of rootlessness. But of course it would be a catastrophe if he fell in love with her because she wouldn't look twice at a big dumb slob like him. He had sweated out a couple of similar affairs in the past and didn't want to go through another. the evening he found himself weeping. He woke up many hours later. Achilles ran on Earth time but did not rotate on it Bo felt his mouth gape open. "Huh? I never thought—" "How does a qualified spaceman happen to be marooned?" "I'm with Fireball, was on the Drake Bo had heard of it in the course of shop talk. "I thought she went back anyway," he said. the difference in mass would make up for the fuel loss. I volunteered, even suggested the idea, because ... well, it happened Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without men who had it. "Take us a while to get back," warned Bo. "We're going to stop off at charm of his manner. "Sunblaze. I'll work for free." "No need to. Bring your papers over tomorrow, huh?" The certificate and record were perfectly in order, showing Einar hands on it. "Call me Bo. It really is my name ... Swedish." Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind and a couple of minutes later he would be dead. Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his born again. Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold, to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and back into numbed hands and feet soon he would be warm all over, and

<question>:
What is the fate of Bo's partner?

<options>:
A He is murdered over a woman.
B The man who is hunting Bo gets them confused and kills the partner instead.
C He is sent to a different planet to work on a different mission.
D He falls in love and gets married.

<answer>:

A