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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blackness in the loom of shadows its teeth ate raggedly across the Milky Way. Before him, a tumbled igneous wilderness slanted crazily Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close, catfooting too softly to set up vibrations. A man could do that when gravity was feeble enough. The stars blazed with a cruel wintry brilliance, over him, around him, light-years to fall through emptiness before he reached one. He had been alone among them before he had almost thought them friends. remote sun could understand. But they didn't care, he saw that now. To them, he did not exist, and they would shine carelessly long after he was gone into night. fear he wouldn't be able to stop. Let's face it , he told himself. miles, probably more if you allowed for the rough surface. He could skulk around, hide ... and suffocate when his tanked air gave out. He had to be a hunter, too, and track down the other man, before he died. moved here, since the beginning of time when moltenness congealed into death. Not till men came and hunted each other. fields which had never known life. It was like being dead already. Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would command. But he couldn't do that. Even if the other man let him do it, which was doubtful, he couldn't. Johnny Malone was dead. Maybe that was what had started it all—the death of Johnny Malone. Moreover, being dense clusters, they have attracted swarms of miners, so that Achilles among the leaders and Patroclus in the trailers have a permanent boom town atmosphere. Even though a spaceship and equipment genuinely private enterprise: the prospector, the mine owner, the rockhound dreaming of the day when his stake is big enough for him to start out on his own—a race of individualists, rough and noisy and jealous, but living under iron rules of hospitality and rescue. The Last Chance on Achilles has another name, which simply sticks an "r" in the official one even for that planetoid, it is a rowdy bar where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and departure. "Nothing to compare," he insisted. "Every place else is getting too fantangling civilized, except Venus, and I don't enjoy Venus." Johnny was from Luna City himself: a small, dark man with the quick nervous movements and dipped accent of that roaring commercial metropolis. He affected the latest styles, brilliant colors in the content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant, with amiable blue eyes in a battered brown face, he did not consider himself bright, and always wanted to learn. whiskey and charge for!" "Everything's expensive here," said Bo mildly. "That's why so few rockhounds get rich. They make a lot of money, but they have to spend it just as fast to stay alive." "Yeh ... yeh ... wish they'd spend some of it on us." Johnny grinned Dog ." Bo kept on sipping slowly. "Johnny," he said, raising his voice to cut "I don't, Johnny," said Bo. "I'll just nurse a beer." It wasn't morals himself and Johnny (c) a warehouse, berth, and three other part owners back in Luna City. Not exactly a tramp ship, because you can't normally else but she went wherever there was cargo or people to be moved. Johnny put away another couple of shots and rose. Alcohol cost plenty, but it was also more effective in low-gee. "'Scuse me," he said. "I see a target. Sure you don't want me to ask if she has a friend?" Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker places downtown. It was hard to push through the crowd without weight to help, but Johnny faded along and edged up to the girl with his trying to build a private hoard some day, he'd retire and get married and build a house. He already had the site picked out, on Kullen overlooking the Sound, back on Earth. Man, but it was a long time since he'd been on Earth! arguing with Johnny. His face was ugly with anger. "Run along and play, son," said Johnny. "Or do you want me to change A spaceman, that. Knows how to handle himself in low-gee. It was the only clear thought which ran in the sudden storm of Bo's head. place to hide his enemy was not there. He turned the thought over in a mind which seemed stiff and slow. By of its edges. On the other hand, he could just as well be bushwhacked from a ravine as he jumped over. And this route was the fastest for completing his search scheme. The Great Bear slid into sight, down under the world as it turned. He had often stood on winter nights, back in Sweden, and seen its immense sprawl across the weird flicker of aurora but even then he wanted the reaching to a saw-toothed bluff at its farther edge. He moved with flat low-gee bounds. Besides the danger of springing off for outer space. No meteor gravel, that! Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was a spaceman, not a rockhound he wasn't used to this environment, and if come from. Suddenly he was zigzagging off across the plain toward the nearest might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till his main thought a dull dread of having to tell Johnny's father when to space, Johnny was the last be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else. "Johnny's dead. We can't leave." gossip knew she was too lost in her work to do more. Out here a woman was rare, and a virtuous woman unheard-of ever likely to reach. Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked intelligent women, and he was getting tired of rootlessness. But of course it would be a catastrophe if he fell in love with her because she wouldn't look twice at a big dumb slob like him. He had sweated out drunk. It was all he could do for Johnny now, drink him a final the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. "I thought I was stashed here too for the next several months." "How does a qualified spaceman happen to be marooned?" "I'm with Fireball, was on the Drake Bo had heard of it in the course of shop talk. "I thought she went back anyway," he said. during my watch, and even if nobody blamed me I couldn't help feeling guilty." Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without men who had it. "The Company beamed a message: I'd stay here till their schedule modified, no trip ever turned out just as predicted, but that could be done when needed with a slipstick and the little ship's calculator. Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking of rockets. Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind them. "So long," he whispered. "So long, Johnny." born again. Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold, to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and wanted to scream again. Slowly he groped back toward awareness. His frostbitten back tingled back into numbed hands and feet soon he would be warm all over, and

<question>:
Why did Johnny like the Last Chance?

<options>:
A He was from Luna City
B The Guardsmen came in trios
C He could find an empty booth
D He liked wild places

<answer>:

D