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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come till hours later. "This kind of patch the holes?" "Ah can patch the one where it came in, but it musta been explodin' Johnson spoke casually, but his voice in the intercom was thin with tension. Captain Paul Coulter, commanding Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron, 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out could stick mah head through." "That's a good idea." Johnson was not usually very witty, but this was one he couldn't resist. Johnson calculated to bring them in on the station on the "going away" the tedious two hours of free wheeling. "No IFF." "O.K., let me know as soon as you have his course." Coulter squashed out his cigar and began his cockpit check, grinning without humor as he beyond the capacity of an emergency the paired tanks of oxygen behind he wait out his time, or just unlock this magazine about a trick they used "He's going our way, Paul. Have it exact in a minute." Coulter scanned the full arch of sky visible through the curving panels of the dome, thinking the turgid and get out of there, and the bomb out? Stick a proximity fuse on it, and that grew and grew with the waiting. mission is kinda hard on mah nerves, "Nice work if we could get it. I'm not crazy about those broadside battles myself. You'd think they'd Sylvia always came back first. Inviting have found something better than one chance in a thousand of scoring and slightly disapproving, with warmth and humor peeping through from underneath when she I think she loves me. She was just mad because I got drunk. in here with me. We could weld a The tension of approaching combat he got back he was going to ask her to marry him. have us on hydroponic duty for the the experts get all the angles figured out, and build ships to handle them. instead of joining the usual beer and And besides, who do you think will rig a bomb like that, without anybody we'd get a bomb in the first place? They don't leave those things lying around. Kovacs watches them like a mother hen. I think he counts them twice a day." "Well, forget about it. It's not a The Return-To-Station-Fuel and Relative-Velocity-To-Station the new information. He liked those two gauges—the two old ladies. for Doc Miller's crew, and they made sure Miller and the boys heard about to get home. When they were moving had turned up nothing new. mission, swapping insults with the Their kill made eight against seven stall, and started to write his father a long overdue letter, that he remembered he had heard Kovacs say he was going on leave. When he finished the letter, he ladies for worrying. With one hour opened the copy of "Lady Chatterley's reason for it. Most of their time on a mission was spent free wheeling, it. He kept thinking of the armament officer. Kovacs was a quiet, intelligent kid, devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't too intimate with him. He wasn't a spaceman, for one thing. One of those Lover" he had borrowed from that sub-divided the men of the station. And he was a little too polite to walked into the Muroc Base Officer's Club with Marge Halpern on his arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised on Kovacs' face the moment he first saw them. Marge was a striking blonde with a direct manner, who liked men, especially orbit station men. He hadn't thought about the incident since then, but the look in Kovacs' eyes kept coming back to him as he tried to read. He wasn't sure how he got there, often than not the margin of victory. into Colonel Silton's office to ask for the leave he'd passed up at his fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking excitement of being chosen for space fighters. By the time he graduated, the United States and Russia each had and his mind was full of Sylvia. Mrs. RVS started to get jittery at bringing in the supplies. helijet at operations, and headed immediately for Los Angeles. Kovacs had been impressed when Paul asked if he'd care to room together while they were on leave. He while Paul talked combat and women with Bob Parandes, another pilot going on leave. steadily. He didn't blame the old States and Russia figured out a way to get along with each other. And so far, getting along with Russia was like trying to get along with an octopus. Of course there were rumors that Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel room, and Paul another, to call Sylvia. Anyway, he was just a space jockey, doing his job in this screwball "Well, I was going out—with all-out war a good risk. They hadn't Rodriguez's limited but colorful library. found it yet, but it was getting bloodier just to get a ship out and back, but He couldn't keep his mind on " It was a ticklish job explaining about Kovacs, but when she understood that he just wanted to do a friend a favor, and she'd still have Paul all to herself, she calmed down. every mission. and switched off. He hesitated a minute before he called Marge. She was quite a dish to give up. Once she'd seen him with Sylvia, he'd be strictly persona non grata He wondered if he'd quit at in a good cause. He shrugged and himself lecturing to a group of eager She nearly cut him off when she called her. last two missions. when he described how smitten Kovacs had been, she brightened up and agreed to come. He switched off, adjusted the drape of his genuine same. If he hadn't tried that harebrained Kovacs and the kids were waiting. Coulter shook his head at the memory. sudden deceleration.... booth. The armament officer had apparently And on the last mission they'd you tell us how you kill a Red, sir?" the operation in silence, remarking to himself how lucky he was to have Johnson. The boy loved a hawk, though you had to admit his techniques were a bit irregular. Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way they operated, remembering the courses, the tests, the procedures practiced with a Red, the Solter co-ordinates during a fight when he had no more idea of his position than what the old ladies told him, and what he ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SLINGSHOT*** The American crews were a little jobs, one with the cockpit set such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and ship rotated, and he hadn't cared for they got used to it, it had turned out really handy. Old Doc Hoffman, his astrogation prof, would have turned it worked. And when you were in a hurry, it worked in a hurry, and that was good enough for Coulter. He'd submitted a report on it to Colonel Silton. lined up right on him." Johnson was pleased with the job he'd done. Coulter watched the pip move into Garrity sounded lazy as a well-fed tiger. "Ah'm with yew, cap'n." Coulter advanced the throttle to 5 G's. And with the hiss of power, ships—as the best and least suicidal method of killing a spaceship. To to the break. of free wheeling they were lucky, the twenty-two frantic seconds they were out here for—throwing a few pounds of steel slugs to kill a duplicate of themselves. This is the worst. These three minutes are the worst. a kill ... unless they ran into him. degrees to her course in one and a half seconds. He heard the lee side firing cut out, as Garrity hung on ping the plume told him the other ship his pass had given away. Guns spoke quietly to Johnson. "Let me know when we kill his RV. Ah may get another shot at him." Quietly and viciously, he was talking to himself. "Blow! Blow!" And she blew. Like a dirty ragged pinging

<question>:
Why does Coulter help Kovacs on leave?

<options>:
A Coulter doesn't want to be distracted by Marge anymore
B To get Kovacs away from the armaments
C Coulter feels embarrassed for Kovacs
D Coulter likes Kovacs

<answer>:

D