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

<passage>:
"What outfit did you say you were with?" Dan asked. "The Inter-dimensional Monitor Service." "Inter-what?" away, his cloak flapping at his knees. "Never mind that," Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He plastic utensils and a portable radio—all hastily installed at Kelly's such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the his way to the bunk. Eight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly shelving, a palely luminous framework was materializing in mid-air. The apparition was an open-work cage—about the size and shape of an Dan, sitting rigid on the cot. The thin man placed a lantern on the clattered to the floor. Dan stood, cleared his throat. "Uh...." "I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I—" Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He aimed it at Manny. "You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in the time machine." "Are you nuts?" Manny demanded. "I'm flattered, dear boy," Fiorello said, "but—" "You can't leave me here!" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into "We'll send for you," Dan said. "Let's go, Fiorello." heels. Dan clung to the framework as Fiorello grappled with Kelly. A swallowed hard and nudged a second lever. The cage sank like an elevator into the floor, vivid blue washing up its sides. Hastily he reversed the control. Operating a time machine was tricky business. One little slip, and the Slane molecules would be squeezing in among brick and mortar particles.... But this was no time to be cautious. Things hadn't turned out just the way he'd planned, but after all, this was what he'd wanted—in a way. The time machine was his to command. And if he gave up now and crawled back into the vault, Kelly would gather him in and pin every art theft of the past decade on him. waddled to a luminous refrigerator, caught sight of Dan rising slowly another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at "The carrier returns here automatically when the charge drops below a happen to be aboard the carrier, by the way?" went for help," Dan finished lamely. "That reminds me," Dan said. "I have to be running along now." He "Stick around, Dan," the voice rumbled. "How about a drink? I can picture, a vacancy exists on my staff, which you might well fill. How does that grab you?" "You mean you want me to take over operating the time machine?" "Time machine?" The brown eyes blinked alternately. "I fear some confusion exists. I don't quite dig the significance of the term." "That thing," Dan jabbed a thumb toward the cage. "The machine I came here in. You want me—" "Time machine," the voice repeated. "Some sort of chronometer, perhaps?" "Huh?" "I pride myself on my command of the local idiom, yet I confess the time machine?" "Well, it's what you use to travel through time." The brown eyes blinked in agitated alternation. "Apparently I've loused the wide mouth opening and closing rapidly. "And to think I've been spinning my wheels collecting primitive 2-D art!" "But—don't you have a time machine? I mean, isn't that one?" "That? That's merely a carrier. Now tell me more about your time machines. A fascinating concept! My superiors will be delighted at this development—and astonished as well. They regard this planet as Endsville." introduce myself and explain my mission here. I'm Blote, Trader Fourth has to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just materialize out of thin air like that." "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel, that everyone has. Now—" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—"I'll make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good condition for me. And in return—" " supposed to supply you with a time machine?" Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. "Whereas, on the other hand," Blote's bass voice went on, "you and me got the basis of a sweet deal. You supply the machine, and I fix you up with an abundance of the local medium of exchange. Equitable enough, I should say. What about it, Dan?" "Ah, let me see," Dan temporized. "Time machine. Time machine—" "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it. "Time, time. Let's see...." He brightened. "Time, Incorporated local branch office. Two twenty-one Maple Street." "A sales center?" Blote inquired. "Or a manufacturing complex?" "Both," Dan said. "I'll just nip over and—" "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He it. Still, a ripe nut can fall from a small tree as well as from a large." He went to his desk, rummaged, came up with a handful of fuel cells. "Now, off to gather in the time machine." He took his place in the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. "Come, Dan. Get a wiggle on." Hesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a Blote moved a lever. The familiar blue glow sprang up. "Kindly direct Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky. "Over there," he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped "Better let me take over now," Dan suggested. "I want to be sure to Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly The cage descended steadily. Dan peered out, searching for identifying visible corridor. Blote's eyes rolled, studying the small chambers along both sides of the passage at once. "Ah, this must be the assembly area," he exclaimed. "I see the machines employ a bar-type construction, not unlike our carriers." "That's right," Dan said, staring through the haziness. "This is where they do time...." He tugged at a lever suddenly the machine veered left, flickered through a barred door, came to a halt. Two nebulous Blote scrambled out, brown eyes swivelling to take in the concrete Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a as the carrier shot away through the cell wall. Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide the carrier, then— If the carrier stopped it would be a long fall from here. Dan worked The noise seemed to lessen, descending the scale. Dan slowed, brought the carrier in to the corner of a wide park. He dropped the last few Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise sound, he would have to get back into the carrier and transfer it to a which hung suspended near the carrier. Its surface rippled, faded

<question>:
Where did Dan bring Blote in the carrier?

<options>:
A A prison.
B The time machine sales office.
C Mr. Snithian's home.
D The time machine factory.

<answer>:

A