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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Duane's hand flicked to his waist and hung there, poised. His dis-gun cargo ?—over to him. And I'll collect opponent. Taller, heavier, older, he was still no more uncompromisingly belligerent than Duane, standing there. "Not at all," he repeated. "Just take your ten thousand and let it go at that. Don't make trouble. Leave Andrias out of our private argument." "Damn you!" Duane flared. "I was promised fifty thousand. I need that money. Do you think—" "Forget what I think," Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. "I don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the work on this—I've supplied the goods. My price is set, a hundred thousand Earth dollars. What Andrias promised you is no concern of mine. The fact is that, after I've taken my share, there's only ten thousand left. That's all you get!" Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. "I was right have to kill you!" Already his hand was streaking toward the grip of his dis-gun, touching it, drawing it forth. But the white-haired man was faster. His arms swept up and pinioned Duane, holding him impotent. "Don't be a fool," he grated. "Duane—" heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down on Peter's gun arm, but Peter was slipping away. Belatedly, Stevens He was too late. Duane's was out and leveled at him. pressure bunks against the deadly stress of acceleration as the ship Duane shook his head confusedly. "I don't know anything," he said. "Duane, Duane," a man's heavy voice said. "That won't wash. Don't play "Duane?" he said. "Duane...." He swiveled his head and saw a dark, The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: "I'll Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. "Don't bent closer, peered at Duane. "I almost think—" he began. killed Stevens to get his share—and now you're trying to hold me up. That's your last chance that just went by, Duane. From now on, I'm "Duane here is resisting arrest," Andrias said. "Take him along. We'll "You can't do that," Duane said wearily. "I'm sick. If you've got while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car, they seemed dreamlike yet somehow oddly familiar to Duane. Somewhere Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing.... "Who's this man Andrias?" Duane whispered to the nearest guard. This was not a regular jail, Duane realized. It was more like a and frescoed walls. Duane wished for human companionship—particularly Duane sat down on a lumpy, sagging bed and buried his head in his Andrias is secretly arming the Callistan cutthroats for revolt against the League. He wants personal power—he's prepared to pay any price for it. He needs guns, Earth guns smuggled in through the League patrol. If he can wipe out the League police garrison—those who are loyal to the League, still, Stevens! " Four thousand electron rifles ," the man had said. " Latest they're perfect. You know " There had been a few minutes of haggling over terms, then a handshake and a drink from a thin-necked flagon of pale-yellow liquid fire. low tones to the man who answered their summons. Then, inside. And they were looking at a huge chamber full of stacked fiber boxes—containing nothing but dehydrated dairy products and mining tools, by the stencils they bore. Duane had turned to the white-haired man with a puzzled question—and the man had laughed aloud. He dragged one of the boxes down, ripped it open with the sharp point of a handling hook. Short-barreled, flare-mouthed guns rolled out, tumbling over the floor. Eight of them were in that one box, and hundreds of boxes all about. Duane picked one up, broke it, peered into the chamber where the tiny capsule of U-235 would explode with infinite violence when the trigger was pulled, spraying radiant death three thousand yards in the direction the gun was aimed.... And that memory ended. Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over gun-runner as well. Good lord—what am I not? " "All right, Duane." The deep voice of a guard came to him as the door Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. "Governor Andrias wants to a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind "Here I am," said Duane. "What do you want?" That saves your life, for now. But the cargo is in your name. I could handed it to Duane. "In spite of your behavior, you can keep alive. You can even collect the money for the guns—Stevens' share as well as your own. This is a release form, authorizing my men to take four hundred and twenty cases of dehydrated foods and drilling supplies from the hold of the Cameroon Duane said, without expression, "No." Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out. handed the paper to Duane without a word. He gave him a pen, watched creased it thoughtfully, stowed it in a pocket before answering. "Naturally," he said, "there will have to be a revision of terms. I offered a hundred and ten thousand Earth-dollars. I would have paid it—but you made me angry. You'll have to pay for that." stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. "I almost think you really have lost your memory, Duane," he said. "Otherwise, surely you would know that this is all the rifles I need. With them I'll take whatever Duane said, "You're ready, then...." required. Already the hands that he had locked behind him were clenched, taut. Already the muscles of his legs were tensing. "You're ready," he repeated. "You've armed the Callistan exiles—the worst gutter scum on nine planets. You're set to betray the League that Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias' But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him. Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It the long carpet. That was all it contained. III Methodically he ransacked the drawers of Andrias' desk. Papers, a whole arsenal of hand guns, Callistan money by the bale, ominously black-covered notebooks with cryptic figures littering their pages—those were the contents. A coldly impersonal desk, without the Duane took the release he had signed and tore it to shreds. But that An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious Duane's fingers Duane's head, butting Andrias in the face, had drawn a Duane touched the heat gun he'd thrust into his belt drew it and held it poised, while he sought to discover what was in his own mind. He'd killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot ," Duane thought. " Duane eyed the length of the room. Thirty feet—it would take him a Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut Duane's balled left Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he

<question>:
What is the cargo Duane and Stevens are transporting?

<options>:
A 420 cases of dehydrated foods and drilling supplies
B 800 guns
C tools
D 4000 guns

<answer>:

D