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

<passage>:
Stalemate In Space At first there was only the voice, a monotonous murmur in her ears. " Die now—die now—die now —" Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a rib or two was broken. How long ago? Years? Minutes? She had no way of " Die now—die now—die now —" The votron had awakened her with its heart-breaking code message, and it was her duty to carry out its command. Nine years after the great battle globes had crunched together the mentors had sealed her in this her countrymen had either definitely won—or lost. grow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized The Invader , sprang out of black space to enslave the budding Terran Confederacy, The Terrans could only fight for time and hope for a miracle. , commanded by her father, Gordon, Lord Kane, hurled itself from its orbit around Procyon and met The Invader with giant fission torpedoes. And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic Scythians nine years to conquer die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are battle." "There's an off-chance you may survive," countered a mentor. "We're radio contact with Terra for years, and we want someone to escape with interval the invaders would be cutting loose from the dead hulk that clutched their conquering battle globe in a metallic rigor mortis. months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot. Yes, he would shoot. Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously, hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With satisfaction, she sensed a sudden change of determination in the mind he would call up the squad. Finally, they would kill her and move on. Women auxiliaries had no business here, anyway. Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him. "Name?" "Evelyn Kane." The eyes of the inquisitor widened. "So you admit to a Terran name. Well, Terran, you are charged with having stolen passage on a supply lorry, and you also seem to be wearing the uniform of an infantry corporal as well as that of a Scythian woman auxiliary. Incidentally, where is the corporal? Did you kill him?" way, it was unfortunate. The woman was obviously of a high Terran So that was it. Buy her freedom by betraying fugitive Terrans. Well, he guards, and they walked out of the hut, exchanging sly winks with one another. Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut "From the center of the Terran globe, outward four hundred miles Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor. She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse. "Call the guards," she ordered. and sent to the Office of the Occupational Commandant, Zone One, for auditing. Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a coughs of a Faeg pistol and began to feel sick. A woman in the green uniform of the Scythe auxiliary came in, whispered something to the guard, and then told Evelyn to follow her. "Yes?" he was the soul of graciousness. S'ria Gerek began to dictate loudly into her mechanical transcriber. Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort, managed a delicate flush. "I meant to say, I thought I would be happier S'ria Gorph beamed. "Splendid. But the occupation isn't over, yet, He stopped, and his face took on a hunted look of mingled fear and anxiety. He appeared to listen. Evelyn tensed her mind to receive and deceive a mental probe. She was certain now that the Zone Commandant was high-born and telepathic. The chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length very strong probe flooding over her brain casually, palping with mild interest the artificial memories she supplied: Escapades with officers in the combat areas. Reprimands. Demotion and transfer. Her deception of Gorph. Her anticipation of meeting a real Viscount and hoping he twenty Terrans lying about, in pools of their own blood. Only one man, a Terran officer of very high rank—was left standing. eyes, who sat her on his knee when she was a little girl and read bedtime stories to her from a great book with many pictures. An icy, amused voice came through: "Our orders are to kill all prisoners. It is entertaining to shoot down helpless men, isn't it? It warms me to know that I am cruel and wanton, and worthy of my trust." Even in the midst of her horror, a cold, analytical part of her was all captured Terrans had to be killed, he hated his superiors, his own underlings to know he loathed them for it. She was merely a symbol of that contempt. His next words did not surprise her. "It is even more stimulating to require a shuddering female to kill them. You are shuddering you know?" is the last living Terran within the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully, Gordon, Lord Kane, frowned faintly, then closed his eyes. She raised the gun again, drew cross hairs with a nerveless wrist, and squeezed the trigger. There was a loud, hollow cough, but no recoil. The Terran officer, his eyes still closed and arms folded, sank to the ground, face up. Blood was running from a tiny hole in his forehead. The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes. "Come here," he ordered. shouldn't have asked you to kill the Terran. It was a sorry joke." thinly-clad dancer with narrowed eyes. Music, soft and subtle, floated from his communications box, illegally tuned to an officer's club somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on tiptoe. Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy were complete strangers. But the woman—! identical to yours. I have had the individual frames analyzed!" Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled in her plan for destruction. She Evelyn crossed the room and returned the ring. "Existence is so full of mysteries, isn't it?" murmured Perat. "Sometimes it seems unfortunate that we must pass through a sentient phase on our way to death. This foolish, foolish war. Maybe the old count was right." "You could be courtmartialed for that." . "Some fool inquisitor can't show proper disposition of a woman prisoner." Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. "Indeed?" "The wretch insists that he could remember if we would just let him alone. I suppose he took a bribe. You'll find one now and then who "Odd scent," corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in the use of the "perfume." The adrenalin glands, they had explained,

<question>:
Do the Terrans ever come close to winning the battle within the story?

<options>:
A No, they continually lose
B They win the whole battle with less casualties
C Yes, by the surprise squadron Evelyn leads
D Yes, by Evelyn cloning soldiers into battle

<answer>:

A