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

<passage>:
in Dennis' mind Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending. When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of It cost a young fortune. But to pleasure mad, boom-ridden Venus, a fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and most of his heart in Marla. Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the young Martian at the next table. There was a smouldering hatred in those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy? Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could instantly denote. and a muffled Martian curse. Without warning, the Martian was on his feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was not there. Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided and sucked in air, his face contorted with excruciating pain. But he was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took it, flat-footed, without flinching then he let his right ride over spun him like a top, the pale, imperious face went crimson as he slowly sagged to his knees and rolled to the impeccable mosaics of the floor. Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search, the police found a tiny, but fatal silvery tube holstered under his without the law were known to possess them. "Looks like your brawl has turned out to be a piece of fool's luck, Brooke!" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. "If Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to was shocked at having a brawl in his ultra-expensive, ultra-exclusive Palace. "Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis," the lieutenant said gently. "We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a decision, he were forcing himself to speak: "Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of Koerber's henchmen—has given us a line as to his present orbit of Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel "Commander," Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of one chance at that spawn of unthinkable begetting! Let me try, and I promise you ..." in his torture, Dennis was unconsciously banging a knotted fist on the chaste, satiny surface Commander Bertram nodded his head. "I brought you here for that Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel in space. This, Dennis," the Commander emphasized his words, "is your chance to redeem yourself!" He fell silent, while the viso-screen began to show a crowded space port on Venus, and a gigantic passenger spacer side. Tiny on the viso-screen, the fatal spots must have been huge in actuality. To the Commander of the I.S.P., and to Captain Brooke, it Commander Bertram turned slowly to face the young I.S.P. captain, whose they're never seen again." "When do I leave, Commander!" Dennis Brooke's voice was like a javelin of ice. when the order was given. But presently, Captain Brooke named those who were to go beside himself: "You, Tom and Scotty, take one emergency plane, and Dallas!" of the Captain from the control room, then: "Test space suits. Test where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great resolve to deal with Koerber once and for all remained to him. Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice was harsh, laconic: versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe. Tom Jeffery, the tall, angular and red-faced Navigator, whose slow, easygoing movements belied the feral persistence of a tiger, and the Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger spacer could possibly be out here at the intersection of angles Kp dangerous asteroid belt, where even planetoids drifted in eccentric uncharted orbits. Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room, followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was succeeded, no I.S.P. patrol ship would have dared to venture into such a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he could take Koerber with him. Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo from starboard. Koerber's powerful spacer reeled, dived and came up mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power dive as a rain of Genton-shells swept the space lane above him, but as he came up, a lone shell struck. At such close range, super-armor was the detonating impact. It was then that Dennis Brooke saw the immense dark shadow looming doomed, he tried to draw the I.S.P. Cruiser down with him. A powerful magnetic beam lashed out to spear the I.S.P. Cruiser. With a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the And then began another type of battle. Hearing the Captain's orders to shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the emergency tank to make it down here!" For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom in the I.S.P. "Considering the gravity of this planetoid," Dennis Brooke said thoughtfully, "it's going to take some blast to get us off!" "Maybe we can locate a deposit of anerioum or uranium or something for optimist. "Better break out those repair plates," Dennis said to Scotty. "Tom, with its crimson stains made an appealing, boyish figure. It softened the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin shook like gelatin. "Cowards are hell!" He spat. "Easy, Dallas, Randall's a kid, give 'im a chance." Dennis observed. "You Captain ... you're defending 'im? Why you had a greater stake in this than we, and he's spoiled it for you!" "Yep," Dennis nodded. "But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds on my ship. Get it!" The last two words cut like a scimitar.

<question>:
What did the commander think about the danger level of the mission he gave to Dennis?

<options>:
A He thought of the mission as part of Dennis' punishment for not being ready to nab Koerber earlier.
B He thought it would be an easy out and back, since Koerber was low on supplies.
C He considered it just another day in the life of an I.S.P. officer.
D He thought there was a pretty good chance Dennis would die during the mission.

<answer>:

D