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

<passage>:
Then he turned, burying his long chin in the folds of his sand cape, and took up the pursuit of the dark figure ahead once more. Getting through that dome had been his first urgent problem, but now he had another, and a more pressing one. It had been simple enough to pass himself off as an itinerant prospector and gain entrance to the city, after his ship had crashed in the Mare Cimmerium. But the rest would not be so simple. He had to acquire a spaceman's identity card, and he had to do it fast. It was only a matter of time until the Triplanet Patrol gave up the misleading trail he had made into the hill country, and concluded that he must have reached Lillis. After that, his only safety lay in shipping out on a freighter as soon as possible. He had to get off Mars, because his trail was warm, and the Patrol thorough. They knew, of course, that he was an outlaw—the very fact of the crashed, illegally-armed ship would have told them that. But they didn't know that he was Syme Rector, the most-wanted and most-feared The man was waiting for him at the mouth of the ascending tunnel. Syme looked at him casually, without a flicker of expression, and "I don't understand," Syme said. "Why, no," Syme told him bewilderedly. "I haven't been following you. Syme murmured something and turned away, feeling the spaceman's eyes even the photograph on the card could be forged once Syme got his hands The boy was hunched over the circular balustrade a little distance away. Except for him, the platform was empty. Syme loosened his slim, deadly energy pistol in its holster and padded catlike toward the It was over in a minute. The boy whirled as he came up, warned by some slight sound, or by the breath of Syme's passage in the still air. He opened his mouth to shout, and brought up his arm in a swift, Syme stooped over him swiftly, found a thick wallet and thrust it into It fell, and in the same instant Syme felt a violent tug at his wrist. Before he could move to stop himself, he was over the edge. Too late, pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed Syme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. His "I'm not hurt," Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his thought—you'd gone over." He looked at Syme questioningly. "Never mind," said Syme, taking his arm. "The shock must have busted it the first outcropping of the tower it struck. It probably wouldn't be found until morning. And he had the wallet. When he paid for the first round of , he took it out and stole a glance at the identification card inside. There it was—his ticket to freedom. He began feeling expansive, and even friendly toward the slender, mouse-like man across the table. It was the , of course. He knew it, and didn't care. In the morning he'd find a freighter berth—in as big a spaceport as Lillis, there were always jobs open. Meanwhile, he might as well enjoy himself, and it was safer to be seen with a companion than to be alone. after them. Syme watched them through narrowed lids, feeling the glow Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense, a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big was coming—something that promised adventure and loot for Syme Rector. Harold Tate told him, and later, when Syme had taken him to his rooms, he showed him what was in his little black suitcase. Syme had been Later, however, when every unsuccessful attempt had precipitated a bloody uprising of the present-day Martians—resulting in a rapid Tate, a physicist, had stumbled on a field that seemed to be identical and what is more, he had found a force that would break it down. And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme Rector, the scourge of the spaceways, the man with a thousand credits Syme's smile was not tigerish now For Tate was no longer drunk, and it was important that it should not "So you think they might attack us?" Tate asked again, nervously. Tate peered through the steelite nose of the car. "Follow, I guess," Syme nodded and moved the sand car up to the edge of the gully. Then he was in and would bear the car's weight, and Syme started the car over "Good. I shouldn't like to stay down here for the rest of my natural life. Depressing view." He looked up at the narrow strip of almost-black sky visible from the floor of the gully, and shook his Neither Syme nor Tate ever had a chance to test the efficiency of their Syme was cursing slowly and steadily with a deep, seething anger. Tate said, "I guess we walk from here on." Then he looked up again and caught a glimpse of the horde of beasts that were rushing up the gully toward them. Syme looked. "Those," he said bitterly, "are Martians." Syme stopped cursing and watched tensely. Tate said nothing, but he and Tate followed him. Syme swore amazedly. "I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial," Tate said. Syme was expressionless, but Syme sensed that he was amused. "Yes, you're Tate looked interested. "But why this—this gigantic masquerade?" Tate frowned, then flushed. "You mean you avoided revealing yourselves Tate thought again. "But—" "Never mind that," Syme broke in impatiently. "What do you want with It was a weird situation, Syme thought. His mind was racing, but as yet he could see no way out. He began to wonder, if he did, could he keep must have received that thought, too, and he was enraged. He stood, holding himself in check with an effort. "Will you tell us why?" Tate asked. Syme noticed that the other Martians had retired to the farther side of from them, holding the Benson gun trained on them. Syme tried not to Tate squatted down comfortably on the floor of the cavern, apparently "I think I see," Tate said thoughtfully. "That's been the ultimate aim one." "Neither of the alternatives in your mind is correct. They were not a Syme saw all his hopes of treasure and glory go glimmering down the sights of the Martian's Benson gun, and suddenly the pent-up rage in him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before strong. Syme scrambled desperately for the gun, got it, but couldn't swift pad of his followers coming across the cavern. He put everything he had into one mighty, murderous effort. Every muscle fiber in his superbly trained body crackled and surged with Syme jumped to his feet and faced his enemies, snarling like the He was gasping for breath, and realized that he was losing air from the seared-open right leg of his suit. He reached for the emergency kit at his side, drawing in great, gasping breaths, and fumbled out Only then did he turn, to see Tate flattened against the wall behind Syme glared at him and spat, too enraged to think of diplomacy. He turned and strode out of the cavern, carrying his right leg stiffly, but with his feral, tigerish head held high. He led the way, wordlessly, back to the wrecked sand car. Tate followed him with a hangdog, beaten air, as though he had just found something that shattered all his previous concepts of the verities in life, and didn't know what to do about it. Still silently, Syme refilled his oxygen tank, watched Tate do the

<question>:
Why did Syme accept the mission with Tate?

<options>:
A He needed a way back to Earth
B He felt he would collect a reward along the way
C He respected Tate
D He had no plan for his life, so he jumped on the adventure

<answer>:

B