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

<passage>:
By KEITH LAUMER Illustrated by SCHELLING It would mean instant victory—but for whom? I a wart. "How much to the Delta National Laboratories?" waterfront, bumped over railroad tracks, and pulled up at a nine-foot cyclone fence with a locked gate. "A buck ten," my driver said. "This is the place you ast for. That'll be a buck ten, mister." I touched his mind, planted a couple of false impressions and withdrew. elbow. "I'll get your change, sir," he said, reaching for his hip. "Keep it." "Thank YOU." He hesitated. "Maybe I oughta stick around. You know." "I'll be all right." Gool—if I survived. "I hope so," he said. "A man like you—you and me—" he winked. "After "True," I said. "Consider your tip doubled. Now drive away into the sunrise and forget you ever saw me." all, we ain't both wearing berets fer nothing." an answer—not with a fifteen-minute transmission lag. I plowed on: " was sabotaged. So was Gilgamesh —I think. I got out. I "... you Psychodynamics people have been telling me the Gool may knowing what was coming. I couldn't really blame him he was doing what he thought was the right thing. And I'd have to go along and pretend—right up until the warheads struck—that I didn't know I'd been condemned to death. II range of Earth. I had gotten clear of the Gool, but I wouldn't survive was acting under Gool orders. earlier. The thoughts I was having weren't brilliant, but they were mine, all mine.... But how could I be sure of that? Maybe there was something in Kayle's suspicion. If the Gool were as mind—and I had been prepared for just such an attack. Now was the time to make use of that training. It had given me one resource. I could unlock the memories of my subconscious—and see again what had happened. And found it. As the eye instantaneously detects a flicker of motion amid an infinity probing Gool mind, like a whispered touch deftly rearranging my buried " It is a contact, Effulgent One! " " " " " A part of my mind watched as the memory unreeled. I listened to the concretized for the purpose in a hundred training sessions had fought against the intruding stimuli—then yielded under the relentless thrust of the alien probe. I watched as the Gool operator took over the motor At a level far below the conscious, the embattled pseudo-personality lashed out again—fighting the invader. " " " Impossible! Do you forget all my teachings? Cling, though you expend the last filament of your life-force! " followed the skillful Gool mind as it engraved its commands deep in Watching the Gool mind, I learned. and manipulating it, copying the Gool probe. Like planes of paper-thin me! " Using the technique I had grasped from the Gool itself, I struck, obscene gelatinous immensity of the Gool spy as it spasmed in a frenzy I clamped down control. The Gool mind folded in on itself, gibbering. Not pausing to rest, I followed up, probed along my channel of contact, tracing patterns, scanning the flaccid Gool mind.... source, filling an immense natural basin. The Gool clustered at its I probed farther, saw the great cables of living nervous tissue that alone, but potassium, calcium, iron and all the metals—riches beyond belief in endless profusion. No longer would the Gool tribe cluster—those who remained of a once-great race—at a single feeding trough. They would spread out across a galaxy—and beyond. The Gool had evolved a plan—but they'd had a stroke of bad luck. In the past, they had managed to control a man here and there, among the fleets, far from home, but only at a superficial level. Enough, a Gool robot. But what I have is too big to let you blow it up without I harangued Kayle for a while, and then sweated out his answer. I was Kayle came back—and his answer boiled down to "no." I tried to reason with him. I reminded him how I had readied myself for the trip with sessions on the encephaloscope, setting up the "It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to And I had a few ideas. III I closed my eyes, reached out—as the Gool mind had reached out to keys, spoke into his microphone: "As you were, Z four-oh-two. Continue on present course. At Oh-nineteen seconds, pick up planetary for re-entry and let-down." I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his ninety-eight. Do not attempt re-entry. Repeat: do not attempt re-entry!" It hadn't taken Kayle long to see that I'd gotten past the outer line of defense. A few more minutes' grace would have helped. I'd play it dumb, and hope for a little luck. "Planetary, Z four-oh-two here. Say, I'm afraid I missed part of that, For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—" "Later," I snapped. "How about calling off your dogs now? And send each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes. I closed my eyes, forced myself to relax, reached out.... through the cluster of minds. "— missile on course do right, baby. That's it, right in the slot. I fingered my way through the man's mind and found the control centers. He turned stiffly from the plotting board, tottered to a panel to slam his hand against the destruct button. Men fell on him, dragged him back. "— " I dropped the contact, found another, who leaped to the panel, detonated the remainder of the flight of six missiles. Then I withdrew. I would have a few minutes' stay of execution now. walk. Just a few more minutes, I was telling myself. A few more minutes and you can lie down ... rest.... I ducked back, closed my eyes, felt out for his mind. There was a city all around. It was hard, too hard. I had to sleep— I heard the snick of a revolver being cocked, and dropped flat as a have finished me—and the hapless fisherman—right then. We rode out a couple of near misses, before I put the cruiser's gunnery crew off the air. me at the railyard, and drove off under the impression he was in town for groceries. He'd never believe he'd seen me. Now I'd had my sleep. I had to start getting ready for the next act of the farce. sandwiches under a glass cover. "I'll take 'em all. And candy bars, and cigarettes. And give me a big glass of water." carelessly. "When'd you git so all-fired hungry all of a sudden?" "Put it in a bag. Quick." "Look who's getting bossy—" around that counter!" She filled the bag, took a pencil from behind her ear. "That'll be one eighty-five. Cash." My host took two dog-eared bills from his shirt pocket, dropped them on the counter and waited while the girl filled a glass. He picked it I was discovering that it wasn't necessary to hold tight control over every move of a subject. Once given the impulse to act, he would rationalize his behavior, fill in the details—and never know that the original idea hadn't been his own. I drank the water first, ate a sandwich, then lit a cigarette and lay but that was tomorrow. That could wait. Through the drugs, I could feel my pulse throbbing in my various wounds. I reached out and touched the driver's mind

<question>:
How many times did the Gool probe Peter’s mind?

<options>:
A Twice
B The Gool never succeeded in probing his brain
C He never found out
D Once

<answer>:

D