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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"What outfit did you say you were with?" Dan asked. "Kelly here tells me you've been demanding to see me." He nodded toward into Dan like hot pokers. "Another idiotic scheme to waste my money," Snithian snapped. "I've made you responsible for security here, Kelly! Let's have no more nonsense. And throw this nincompoop out!" Snithian turned and stalked away, his cloak flapping at his knees. "I'll work cheap," Dan called after him as Kelly took his arm. "I'm an art lover." "Never mind that," Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He turned in at an office and closed the door. Dan looked around at the gray walls, with shelves stacked to the low Theory failed at that point that left the experimental method. The such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the Dan liked it. Still, it hardly seemed worth all the effort.... in the cage, stopped dead as he caught sight of Dan. The painting Dan shook his head. "No leak. I simply deduced—" "Ah-hah!" Kelly's voice blared from somewhere. "I knew it! Slane, you Dan looked about wildly. The voice seemed to be issuing from a speaker. It appeared Kelly hedged his bets. "Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!" Dan called. He turned back to Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly." "Perhaps you were right, Manny," Fiorello said. "Complications are "Can't be helped." "Look—I want to go with you!" Dan shouted. "I'll bet you do!" Kelly's voice roared. "One more minute and I'll have "Let's get moving. Kelly will have that lock open in a minute." "You can't leave me here!" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into the cage beside Fiorello. "Manny!" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his heels. Dan clung to the framework as Fiorello grappled with Kelly. A cop pushed past them, spotted Dan, moved in briskly for the pinch. Dan grabbed a lever at random and pulled. Kelly capered before the cage, fluorescing in the blue-violet. Dan back into the vault, Kelly would gather him in and pin every art theft too hard. He'd take it slowly, figure out the another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed a few moments of peace and quiet in which to figure out the controls. Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering and the glow faded. With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at big ideas on the part of wisenheimers in my employ. May I ask how you happen to be aboard the carrier, by the way?" "I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I went for help," Dan finished lamely. "Help? Out of the picture, unfortunately. One must maintain one's anonymity, you'll appreciate. My operation here is under wraps at "That reminds me," Dan said. "I have to be running along now." He following Dan's glance. One of the eighteen fingers touched a six-inch yellow cylinder lying on the desk. "Until the carrier is fueled, I'm afraid it's quite useless. But, to put you in the picture, I'd best to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just materialize out of thin air like that." "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You with a time machine?" Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, Kelly would have a warm welcome for you. And, of course, I myself would desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. "Whereas, on the other hand," Blote's bass voice went on, "you and me got the basis of a sweet deal. You supply the machine, and I fix you up should say. What about it, Dan?" "Ah, let me see," Dan temporized. "Time machine. Time machine—" "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. "I'd better look in the phone book," Dan suggested. Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it. "A sales center?" Blote inquired. "Or a manufacturing complex?" "Both," Dan said. "I'll just nip over and—" "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He took the directory, studied it. the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. "Come, Dan. Get a wiggle on." Hesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a point—but the point had just about been reached. He took his seat. Blote moved a lever. The familiar blue glow sprang up. "Kindly direct Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky. Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan "Over there," he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated. "Better let me take over now," Dan suggested. "I want to be sure to get us to the right place." "Very well, Dan." Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage grew even fainter. "Best we remain unnoticed," he explained. The cage descended steadily. Dan peered out, searching for identifying Blote scrambled out, brown eyes swivelling to take in the concrete "Grab him!" someone yelled. Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a lever. He caught a last glimpse of three struggling, blue-lit figures as the carrier shot away through the cell wall. Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide the carrier, then— landscape of trees and houses. Dan covered his ears against the deafening shriek, like all the police sirens in town blaring at once. If the carrier stopped it would be a long fall from here. Dan worked the controls, dropping toward the distant earth. The noise seemed to lessen, descending the scale. Dan slowed, brought the carrier in to the corner of a wide park. He dropped the last few inches and cut the switch. Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians in the park. Perhaps it was some sort of burglar alarm. But if so, why hadn't it gone into action earlier? Dan took a deep breath. Sound or no sound, he would have to get back into the carrier and transfer it to a secluded spot where he could study it at leisure. He stepped back in, like a flashbulb exploding. Dan stared from the seat at an iridescent rectangle "No compree," Dan choked out "Uh ... juh no parlay Fransay...."

<question>:
What do Dan's interactions with both Kelly and Blote signify about his overall motive throughout the article?

<options>:
A Dan realized that Kelly and Blote were deceiving him, so he decided to turn against them by disappearing with the carrier.
B Dan did not want to work with Kelly from the beginning, so he used the carrier to escape and eventually met Blote where he convinced Dan to work for him instead.
C Dan had no intention on working with Kelly and Blote because he only wanted to get ahold of the carrier to use for himself.
D Dan originally wanted to work to help both Kelly and Blote, but he eventually decided to pursue his own interests with using the carrier.

<answer>:

C