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 Repairman Illustrated by Kramer Being an interstellar trouble shooter wouldn’t be so bad …if I could shoot the trouble! if I could shoot the trouble! The Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat of intelligence to figure it would be me. I talked first, bold attack being the best defense and so forth. the most of a bad situation and threw them a snappy military salute. cooked up, because I have already quit and you do not want to reveal company secrets to me.” The grin was even wider now and he actually chortled as he thumbed a Four: The fact that they would probably let another repairman in, under shot, burned the contract to ashes. The Old Man pressed the button again and another contract slid out on it would be some other repairman who’d get the job. — Harry Harrison antagonistic toward future ancestral messengers. I had got turned around after the eye-burning and my flying beast hooked I slumped, defeated, waiting for the blow to land. The Old Man fondled my contract. “According to this document, you can’t quit. Ever. Therefore onto me backward. I had meant to sail out bravely, blind eyes facing He was telling me —the guy who did the job while he sat back on his fat paycheck in an air-conditioned office. He rambled on. “How I wish that were all it took! I would have a .” I nodded moodily at his pointing finger. his papers. Just as I reached the door, he looked up and impaled me on his finger again. day. Walking down the hall, I tried to figure a way to transfer the money without his catching on—and knew at the same time he was figuring a way to outfigure me. to even tell if they had moved. The beacons solved that problem and and the other trouble-shooters came in. We travel in well-stocked ships that carry a little bit of everything when a beacon breaks down, how do you find it? a built-in safety factor I never could eliminate from the machine. I would much rather take a chance of breaking through near some star knows this, too. They had a safety factor built into the computer so you couldn’t end up inside a star no matter how hard you tried. didn’t want to lose the ship. It The old boys had enough brains to choose a traceable site for the powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was still there—inside the pyramid. The natives, who, of course, weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing, only locked inside a mountain of handmade stone, but I had managed to irritate the things who had built the pyramid. A great beginning for a job and one clearly designed to drive a stronger man than me to the Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison. Why this beacon had been built within reach of the local claws, I had yet to find out. But that would come in time. The first thing to do was fool-proof. I had a pryeye of my own construction. It looked like a piece of rock about a foot long. Once on the ground, it would never be noticed, though work with. One of the lizards gargled at another one and the second one George!” and waited my chance to use it. Later the same day, I caught one of them alone and shouted “Hey, George!” at him. figured it was time to make a contact. I found him easily enough. He was the Centaurian version of a goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in religion. Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells, rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet. had been out of touch with things since his death and Goat-boy happily filled him in. It all began with the land bridge. Apparently the local lizards had been living in the swamps when the beacon was built, but the builders continent never occurred to the beacon mechanics. Which is, of didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true. A city was built around the temple and, through the centuries, the served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only cheerfully rat on me when I got back. one of their toothy mandibles, but that was all right. I didn’t have to look exactly shellac, I would immediately leave the scene. However, if the Spican was wearing a suit of plastiflesh that looked remotely humanoid, I would at least stay and talk to him. This was what I was aiming to do with the out-of-the-way dry spot where the amphibious natives would never go. A wings obviously had nothing to do with our flight. But it was impressive enough for the natives. The first one that spotted me screamed and dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and instantly. I had the volume turned up and the whole square echoed. Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled screaming. One doubtful type raised a spear, but no one else tried that after the pterodactyl-eye picked him up and dropped him in the swamp. again. “Begone, O faithful steed,” I said to the eye, and pressed the control in my palm at the same time. Before they could think up a good answer, I was inside. The room with a murky-looking pool at one end. Sloshing in the pool was an ancient reptile who clearly was one of the leaders. I waddled toward him and he gave me a cold and fishy eye, then growled something. could almost hear the wheels turning behind that moss-covered forehead. Then he lunged up and pointed a dripping finger at me. “You are a liar! You are no ancestor of ours! We will—” smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an old suitcase can be called smiling. He was also signaling to him an underpriest who carried a brazier of charcoal complete with red-hot irons. All I could do was stand and watch the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through then it banged to behind me and I was alone in the dark. But not for long—there was a shuffling nearby and I took a chance PERSONNEL ONLY . The trusting builders counted on the sign to do the whole job, for there wasn’t a trace of a lock on the door. One lizard merely turned the handle and we were inside the beacon. I unzipped the front of my camouflage suit and pulled out the One of the eager lizards had managed to open a circuit box and had Rather , that had started by just reversing the water-valve switch. This valve was supposed to be sign of wear. The old boys had built well, I’ll give them credit for that. Ninety per cent of the machinery had no moving parts and had suffered no wear whatever. Other parts they had beefed up, figuring they would wear, into a neat pile on the ship. I checked all the parts by screen before they were loaded in a metal crate. In the darkest hour before dawn, the heavy-duty eye dropped the crate outside the temple and darted away without being seen. unhappier than usual. When I tried the door, I found out why—it was bolted and barred from the other side. The rest of their clan showed up at the foot of the stairs and made a in the water. “The ancestors are annoyed and have decided to they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the ceremony!” The torture-master was too frightened to move, so I grabbed out his hot iron. A touch on the side of my face dropped a steel plate over my eyes, they could get any more bright ideas, I threw the switch and my

<question>:
Why didn't the main character use his gun to fix the problem with the locals?

<options>:
A He did not want to kill off a species just to fix a beacon.
B His time with the natives caused him to respect them.
C He was not allowed to use violence.
D He did not have a gun.

<answer>:

C