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

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BY IRVING W. LANDE Illustrated by Emsh come till hours later. "This kind of was, I believe, one of the few That doesn't mean it won't be used in the next! patch the holes?" came in, but it musta been explodin' Johnson spoke casually, but his voice in the intercom was thin with tension. Captain Paul Coulter, commanding "Ah can patch the one where it and smiled to himself at the Johnson calculated to bring them in on the station on the "going away" the tedious two hours of free wheeling. "O.K., let me know as soon as you have his course." Coulter squashed born of recent peril, and They parked the helijet at Municipal man returned to his own private For ten or fifteen minutes, the Field and headed for the public beyond the capacity of an emergency wrapped in its thick belly pad checked way to go home! He wondered what the paired tanks of oxygen behind into their niche in the "cradle." of a young lady who graced the side of the cockpit. "Wish us luck, sugar." it exact in a minute." Coulter scanned the full arch of and get out of there, and the bomb mission is kinda hard on mah nerves, and it's startin' to happen too often." disembodied, yearning back to earth. Sylvia always came back first. Inviting smile and outstretched hands. Nyloned knees, pink sweater, and Then Jean, cool and self-possessed and slightly disapproving, with warmth and humor peeping through from underneath when she or fire it if we could. Some day these and we'll have a place to carry something he remembered of their last date, hearing again his awkward apologies. and affection. He whispered her he got back he was going to ask her to marry him. us pulling a trick like that, they'd have us on hydroponic duty for the next five years. They just don't want us playing around with bombs, till the experts get all the angles figured out, and build ships to handle them. And besides, who do you think will instead of joining the usual beer and wished—. He wished. "I've got him, Paul. He's got two point seven miles of RV on us. Take thirty degrees high on two point one o'clock for course to IP." They don't leave those things lying mother hen. I think he counts them twice a day." course. rig the thing up for us and keep their mouths shut." took him snugly into the cradle. The Return-To-Station-Fuel and Relative-Velocity-To-Station gauges did liked those two gauges—the two old ladies. Mrs. RSF kept track of how much more fuel they had than they needed to get home. When they were moving away from station, she dropped mission, swapping insults with the they were headed home, she inched along in serene contentment, or if they were coasting, sneaked triumphantly back up the dial. Mrs. RVS started to get jittery at about ten mps away from home, and above fifteen, she was trembling steadily. He didn't blame the old It wasn't until he got back to his opened the copy of "Lady Chatterley's Lover" he had borrowed from ladies for worrying. With one hour a mission was spent free wheeling, a long overdue letter, that he remembered reason for it. Most of their time on devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't too intimate with him. He wasn't a He blessed the advantage of better 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 in alarmed little jumps, but when with their stripped down ships, and midget crewmen, with no personal the better than two hundred mile often than not the margin of victory. into Colonel Silton's office to ask for the leave he'd passed up at his the cradle as the power died. Sixty-two combat missions but the government says there's no war. fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking months of emotional adjustment in the screep. Primary training. Basic and advanced training. The pride and and his mind was full of Sylvia. bringing in the supplies. while they were on leave. He and women with Bob Parandes, another pilot going on leave. any Moon station until one government ruled Earth. Or until the United PV booths, picking up a coterie of two dogs and five assorted children on the way. The kids followed quietly in their wake, ecstatic at the sight of like trying to get along with an States and Russia figured out a way a hero, and tousled a couple of to get along with each other. And so the next time power changed room, and Paul another, to call Sylvia. "Honey, I've been so scared you weren't coming back. Where are you? When will I see you? Why didn't you write?..." She sputtered to a I'm at the airport. You'll see me tonight, tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. Are you free?" might be on the Moon, but if one "Well, I was going out—with a girl friend. But she'll understand. to get out of the city for a few days, be away from the crowds. And there along." "We could take my helijet out to just to get a ship out and back, but " friend a favor, and she'd still have Paul all to herself, she calmed down. They made their arrangements quickly, and switched off. seventy-five. Deep inside him, the old called Marge. She was quite a dish Sylvia, he'd be strictly to give up. Once she'd seen him with persona non in a good cause. He shrugged and himself lecturing to a group of eager She nearly cut him off when she called her. first heard his request, but he did days at the cottage intrigued her, and some fast talking. The idea of several last two missions. and agreed to come. He switched off, until they were well into their run, same. If he hadn't tried that harebrained Coulter shook his head at the memory. moment, then asked gravely: "Would you tell us how you kill a Red, sir?" that dangled from the youngster's away. Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way they operated, remembering the courses, the tests, the procedures practiced during a fight when he had no more old ladies told him, and what he Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions again. Still, the service had had to permission and without paying copyright royalties.  Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to ship rotated, and he hadn't cared for perfectly with the old "clock" system they got used to it, it had turned out in a hurry, it worked in a hurry, and that was good enough for Coulter. back, and matching velocity. Turn Coulter watched the pip move into tiger. "Ah'm with yew, cap'n." Coulter advanced the throttle to pass—a maneuver inherited from the broadside duels of the old sailing And to keep on going. to the break. 5 G's one hundred ninety-two seconds of free wheeling and then, if they were lucky, the twenty-two frantic a few pounds of steel slugs to kill a duplicate of themselves. are the worst. but the slow pounding of their own knowing he was a projectile hurtling from the .30's standing out of their to target. to follow like a ferret. degrees to her course in one and a ping the automatics had started, bringing was still heading back toward Earth, his pass had given away. Guns spoke quietly to Johnson. "Let me know when we kill his RV. Ah may get another shot at him." to himself. "Blow! Blow!" And she blew. Like a dirty ragged There, but for the grace of God.... He thought of his father, rocking RVS registered about a mile per second away from station, and suddenly became aware that the red light on the porch of the Pennsylvania pinging as they passed the enemy ship. He told Garrity to see if he could locate

<question>:
Which old lady helps Coulter return home?

<options>:
A Sylvia
B Both old ladies
C Mrs. RSF
D Mrs. RVS

<answer>:

B