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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answer must be produced ... ("One-Shot") Braun was in the city going about his normal business, which was making another million dollars. As we found out later, almost nothing else was normal about that particular week end for Braun. For one thing, he had brought his family with him—a complete departure from routine—reflecting the unprecedentedly legitimate nature of half a million people out of the city by now. Maybe even a million." "If you'd admitted that earlier," Anderton said hoarsely, "we'd have From every point of view it was a bad week end for the CIA to mix into his affairs, but nobody had explained the deals he was trying to make. that to the master of the man, Braun is it. That's why I asked ignore the judgment. It was Braun as thought of Braun when the news the messenger had been fast, and the gambler hadn't bothered to read what a college student had thought the affair, but, of course, Anderton had been keeping the wires to Washington steaming for an hour before that, getting authorization to spend some of his money on us (our clearance status was then and is now C&amp R—clean and routine). I was in the central office when fitted, all worn with proper casualness—one might almost say a formal casualness. It was only when he opened his mouth that One-Shot Braun was in the suit with him. "Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard, We don't know what it is. It may be got to find out which—and we want Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went gone back to work the moment the introductions were over. She was still laid an egg or not." was called investment—mostly in real said object, or shake it either. We're to Braun. "As you can see, we're Braun. One throw of the dice—one an expert call it for us—somebody the one-shot gamble was the one "Why not?" "It ain't my kind of thing," he more likely, some scapegoat—for having failed to develop a comparable and industries all of which had Braun wiped his face. "No. You don't get it. I wish you'd listen to me. Look, my wife and my kids are in the city. It ain't only my life, it's theirs, too. That's what I care about. That's why it's no good. On things that matter to me, wanted to own an ULTIMAC and no one of which had had the money said wasn't going to be reversed within the practicable lifetime of CIA. my hunches don't I looked up at Braun. He was respectively. The titles were almost solely for the benefit of the T/O—that and social science division chief "Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as wrong, the outcome won't be any worse than if you don't try at all." "My kids," he whispered. I don't think he knew that he was speaking gone to work quickly and with decision once he was sure we were taking on the major question. The television that. So—is it a bomb or ain't it? Braun's face was a death mask. Slowly, Braun opened his eyes. I say it's a bomb. your job like I did mine—get my wife and kids out of there—empty the city—do something, do something !" Braun. If it isn't already too late—" passed the mike to her. "You'd better carried sufficient shielding in itself. Or maybe the Commies didn't care whether the crew was exposed or not. "Don't move a man until you get a go-ahead from CIA," I said. "For all we know now, evacuating the city may be just what the enemy wants us to do—so they can grab it unharmed. the whole pack of you!" "No, not exactly," I said. "The "You passed your authority to us enemy's responsible for the drop, all we didn't know in detail—after it was dropped here. So we had our We didn't ask you whether or not that object was a live bomb. We asked whether it was a bomb or not. The expression on Braun's face known Braun, briefly and to no while he had been searching for his decision—except that, since his eyes "I might of made the colonel's idea who knew the signs could still pick up some traces on the docks. In those days, Braun had been the business manager of an insurance firm, the a deadline on the test, Mr. Braun. Obviously, in a real drop we wouldn't have all the time in the world and its individual dock-wallopers. For some reason, he had been amused failed to establish that when the deadline ran out, we would have had to allow evacuation of the city, with all the attendant risk that that was exactly what the enemy wanted Hence I was surprised to hear somebody on the docks remark that Braun was in the city over the week end. It would never have occurred to me that he still interested himself in the waterfront, for he'd gone respectable with a vengeance. He was still a professional gambler, and according to what he had told the last year, took in thirty to fifty thousand dollars a year at it, but his gambles were no longer concentrated on horses, the numbers, or shady insurance deals. Nowadays what he did through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop estate realtors knew him well as the man who had lives." There was quite a long silence. All almost Braun intently, but his impassive of us, Anderton included, watched the equation stands for the moment when the shoestring broke.) Joan had been following his career, irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe to Cheyney too. And perhaps it meant nothing more to Joan than too, not because she had ever met him, but because for her he was a face failed to show any trace of how "It's funny," he said, "I was this is more important." It was, I believe, the sigh of a man at peace with himself. but people like Braun are thinking of running for Congress the final clinical note in a case history. bearing," I said. "Braun's ten-point the curtain." "That's investment," I said. "That's his business." "Peter, you're only looking at the surface. His real investments almost money in them to appease his conscience, and if they were to succeed it would double his guilt instead of salving it. It's the same way with the interested in them—his type never is, because living a rigidly orthodox family life is part of the effort towards respectability. He's backing them to 'pay his debt to society'—in other words, they're talismans to keep him out of jail." "It doesn't seem like a very satisfactory substitute." "Of course it isn't," Joan had said. "The next thing he'll do is go in for direct public service—giving money year, Braun had announced the founding of an association for clearing the Detroit slum area where he had been born—the plainest kind of symbolic suicide: for Braun was an entry into politics liberal myself when I'm off duty, I hated to think what Braun's career might tell me about my own motives, if I'd let it. All of which had nothing to do with why I was prowling around the eight and a half million lives riding on it—" That put it up into Braun's He remembered me instantly like most uneducated, power-driven men, he had a memory as good as any machine's. Braun chuckled. "I still know a away?" "Yeah, if it's that big. If it ain't, I got lots of business here, Andy. And I ain't going to be in town long. Braun." to Braun without stopping to breathe The atmosphere had changed. Anderton was sitting by the big desk, clenching his fists and sweating his bottom. If that even had a prayer of working, I knew, he'd have had the trains of the Hudson &amp Manhattan sole visible function of which had One-Shot Braun?" "Yes. What's he got to do with it?" "Nothing," I said. "But I want gambler on a job like this? He'll just get in the way." I looked toward the television

<question>:
Why did they choose Mr. Braun to make the decision about the object?

<options>:
A He was a good gambler
B He was going to run for Congress
C We do not get a reason
D His family was in the city so it mattered more

<answer>:

A