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

<passage>:
Revolt was flaring on Callisto, and Peter Duane Duane's hand flicked to his waist and hung there, poised. His dis-gun The muscles twitched in Peter Duane's cheeks, but his voice, when it He said, "Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance cargo ?—over to him. And I'll collect my fair share of the proceeds. That's as far as it goes. I take no orders from him." Duane said, "Do I have to kill you?" It was only a question as he asked belligerent than Duane, standing there. "Not at all," he repeated. 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 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. will you listen to reason?" Duane panted. But he halted, and the muzzle of his weapon wavered. The floor swooped and surged beneath him And the lights went out in a burst of crashing pain for Peter Duane. Someone was talking to him. Duane tried to force an eye open to see who it was, and failed. Something damp and clinging was all about his face, Obediently he opened his mouth, and choked on a warm, tingly liquid. He managed to swallow it, and lay quiet as deft feminine hands did course. Lucky you weren't hurt, Peter. The man you were with—the old, Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened 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 dark man laughed. "Take your time, Duane," he said easily. "You'll The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: "I'll "You play rough, Duane," he observed. "I thought you'd have trouble Duane waved a hand and pushed himself dizzily erect, swinging his legs was fully dressed. He examined his clothing with interest—gray tunic, Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. "Don't "Go to hell," Duane said shortly. "I'm playing no tricks." bent closer, peered at Duane. "I almost think—" he began. "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 Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of Duane off without a word. Duane had thought the nurse, who seemed a while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car, they seemed dreamlike yet somehow oddly familiar to Duane. Somewhere My name, it seems, is Peter Duane supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing.... But—murder! Duane looked at his hands helplessly. Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for "Who's this man Andrias?" Duane whispered to the nearest guard. The other guard stirred, leaned over. "Shut up," he said heavily. But the chance was a long time in coming. Duane found himself, an hour later, still in the barred room into which he'd been thrust. The guards This was not a regular jail, Duane realized. It was more like a and frescoed walls. Duane wished for human companionship—particularly deadly. It was too bad, Duane reflected, that he'd failed to remember Duane sat down on a lumpy, sagging bed and buried his head in his Duane could remember the scene clearly. Could almost see the sharp, of the great craters. Duane remembered sitting in a low-ceilinged, unfrequented side streets to a great windowless building. Duane 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 Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over "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 the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense "Here I am," said Duane. "What do you want?" handed it to Duane. "In spite of your behavior, you can keep alive. hundred and twenty cases of dehydrated foods and drilling supplies from the hold of the Cameroon patience, Duane." Duane said, without expression, "No." "I'll have your neck for this, Duane," he said softly. 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 Duane said, "I've paid already. I've been dragged from pillar to post Andrias' eyes widened. "You amaze me, Duane," he said. He rose and stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. "I almost think you really have lost your memory, Duane," he said. "Otherwise, surely you would Duane said, "You're ready, then...." 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. 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 No guard of Andrias' would have been deceived for an instant, looking he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped spasmodically on the floor. Consciousness was on its way back. Duane touched the heat gun he'd thrust into his belt There was a sharp grunt from the still unconscious man, but no other ," Duane thought. " Once more he stared around the room, catalogued its contents. The guard The guard! There was a way! Duane eyed the length of the room. Thirty feet—it would take him a of the guard's sight, behind the door, as the man looked in. huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out— But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare. 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 He grasped the guard's arm and dragged him roughly the length of the Venus-wool scarf Andrias wore knotted about his throat. He tested his The guard he stripped of clothing, bound and gagged with his own unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in, Then he took off his own clothes, quickly assumed the field-gray uniform of the guard. It fit like the skin of a fruit. He felt himself bulging out of it in a dozen places. The long cape the guard wore would

<question>:
How did Duane feel in the guard's clothing?

<options>:
A uncomfortable
B sleek
C martial
D fruitful

<answer>:

A