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

<passage>:
Paul felt no surprise, only relief come till hours later. "This kind of luck we can do without. Can you patch the holes?" could stick mah head through." "That's a good idea." Johnson was not usually very witty, but this was one he couldn't resist. Johnson calculated to bring them in on the station on the "going away" "No IFF." "O.K., let me know as soon as you have his course." Coulter squashed Paul was wondering about the men he'd do if it happened to him. Would he wait out his time, or just unlock his helmet. the psych warfare boys had some You s'pose we could fix this buggy up with an A bomb or an H bomb Sylvia always came back first. Inviting to one against us. You wouldn't have one chance in a thousand of scoring and slightly disapproving, with warmth and humor peeping through from underneath when she off. What you'd need would be a rocket that could chase them, with smiled. A lazy, crinkly kind of smile, crates will come with men's rooms, the angry disappointment in her eyes hearing again his awkward apologies. I think she loves me. She was just mad because I got drunk. The tension of approaching combat and affection. He whispered her name, and suddenly he knew that if he got back he was going to ask her to marry him. He thought of his father, rocking we'd get a bomb in the first place? They don't leave those things lying around. Kovacs watches them like a mother hen. I think he counts them twice a day." of course, as the ship computer recorded the new information. He had turned up nothing new. Their kill made eight against seven for Doc Miller's crew, and they made sure Miller and the boys heard about liked those two gauges—the two old ladies. mission, swapping insults with the rest of the squadron, and reveling in they were coasting, sneaked triumphantly back up the dial. stall, and started to write his father a long overdue letter, that he remembered he had heard Kovacs say he was going on leave. When he finished the letter, he Mrs. RVS started to get jittery at above fifteen, she was trembling steadily. He didn't blame the old opened the copy of "Lady Chatterley's it. He kept thinking of the armament officer. Kovacs was a quiet, intelligent kid, devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't too intimate with him. He wasn't a Lover" he had borrowed from they'd probably have been spotted, and lost the precious element of surprise. He blessed the advantage of better Paul remembered the time he had walked into the Muroc Base Officer's Club with Marge Halpern on his arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised on Kovacs' face the moment he first saw them. Marge was a striking blonde with a direct manner, who liked men, especially orbit radar. In this crazy "war," so like station men. He hadn't thought about in Kovacs' eyes kept coming back to him as he tried to read. He wasn't sure how he got there, the incident since then, but the look The American crews were a little sharper, a little better trained, but with their stripped down ships, and midget crewmen, with no personal safety equipment, the Reds could for the leave he'd passed up at his fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking it several times, but the thought and his mind was full of Sylvia. excitement of being chosen for space fighters. By the time he graduated, the United States and Russia each had in 1979, the United States had won the race for a permanent station on struggle to get into space and stay there. The service crew eyed them with studied indifference, as they helijet at operations, and headed immediately for Los Angeles. Kovacs had been impressed when Paul asked if he'd care to room together while they were on leave. He ruled Earth. Or until the United States and Russia figured out a way to get along with each other. And so far, getting along with Russia was like trying to get along with an octopus. Of course there were rumors that there was a little margin left over for gimmick cooked up, to turn the U. S. S. R. upside down in a revolution, the next time power changed Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel room, and Paul another, to call Sylvia. hands, but he'd been hearing that one Anyway, he was just a space jockey, doing his job in this screwball fight out here in the empty reaches. might be on the Moon, but if one side couldn't have it, then the other side wasn't going to have it either. a girl friend. But she'll understand. growing deadlier, month by month, each side groping for the stranglehold, looking for the edge that would give domination of space, or make all-out war a good risk. They hadn't found it yet, but it was getting bloodier What's up?" just to get a ship out and back, but gradually, as the ships improved, " It was a ticklish job explaining about Kovacs, but when she understood that he just wanted to do a friend a favor, and she'd still have Paul all to herself, she calmed down. They made their arrangements quickly, and switched off. He hesitated a minute before he called Marge. She was quite a dish to give up. Once she'd seen him with Sylvia, he'd be strictly persona non He wondered if he'd quit at seventy-five. Deep inside him, the old unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was in a good cause. He shrugged and called her. She nearly cut him off when she first heard his request, but he did some fast talking. The idea of several days at the cottage intrigued her, and when he described how smitten Kovacs had been, she brightened up and agreed to come. He switched off, adjusted the drape of his genuine same. If he hadn't tried that harebrained Kovacs and the kids were waiting. sudden deceleration.... booth. been telling them of Paul's exploits. Coulter shook his head at the memory. The armament officer had apparently that sub-divided the men of the station. techniques were a bit irregular. Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way they operated, remembering the courses, the tests, the procedures practiced And he was a little too polite to be easy company. during a fight when he had no more idea of his position than what the old ladies told him, and what he edge of American radar was more often than not the margin of victory. to be said for it. They hadn't been able to simulate gravity without fouling up the ships so they had jobs, one with the cockpit set on gimbals, and one where the whole something nagging at his mind all the time, as though the ships had been sabotaged. A couple of pilots they got used to it, it had turned out really handy. Old Doc Hoffman, his astrogation prof, would have turned it worked. And when you were in a hurry, it worked in a hurry, and that was good enough for Coulter. He'd submitted a report on it to Colonel Silton. lined up right on him." Johnson was pleased with the job he'd done. Coulter watched the pip move into ships—as the best and least suicidal method of killing a spaceship. To miles out. In the last three or four seconds, to break out just enough to clear him, praying that he won't they were lucky, the twenty-two frantic seconds they were out here for—throwing a few pounds of steel slugs clump of metal and flesh that was the enemy. Knowing the odds were twenty to one against their scoring a kill ... unless they ran into him. degrees to her course in one and a half seconds. He heard the lee side firing cut out, as Garrity hung on he brought the throttle back up to 12 G's, trying to overcome the lead Guns spoke quietly to Johnson. to himself. "Blow! Blow!" And she blew. Like a dirty ragged told Garrity to see if he could locate the loss, and any other damage, and

<question>:
Why did Paul invite Kovacs to the cottage with Sylvia?

<options>:
A So he wouldn't have to be alone with Sylvia
B To surprise him with Marge and win his favor
C To celebrate the victory during the battle
D So he could try and win over Marge from Kovacs

<answer>:

B