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

<passage>:
Granthan's mission was the most vital of the war. It would mean instant victory—but for whom? I vegetables in bins, enough paint-flaked wrought iron to cage a herd of brontosauri, and fetched up at a cab stand. I picked a fat driver with burning at me. I tried to move to get away from the flames, and then the real pain hit me. I tried to go back to sleep and the relative comfort of the a wart. derelict. I walked past fly-covered fish stalls, racks of faded garments, grimy There was a first-aid cabinet across the compartment from me. I tried my right leg, felt broken bone-ends grate with a sensation that transcended pain. I heaved with the other leg, scrabbled with complaining. As far as I knew, I was the first recorded survivor of contact with the Gool—if I survived. work. I fumbled my way into a couch and tried to think. In my condition—with a broken leg and third-degree burns, plus a fractured skull—I shouldn't have been able to fall out of bed, much less make the trip from Belshazzar's and how had I managed to dog that port shut? In an emergency a man was capable of great exertions. But running on a broken femur, handling heavy levers with charred fingers and thinking with a cracked head were overdoing it. Still, I was "Granthan!" he burst out. "Where are the others? What happened out an answer—not with a fifteen-minute transmission lag. I plowed on: " Belshazzar was sabotaged. So was Gilgamesh Kayle was talking. "—your report. I won't mince words. They're wondering at your role in the disaster. How does it happen that you alone survived?" "How the hell do I know?" I yelled—or croaked. But Kayle's voice was droning on: have some kind of long-range telehypnotic ability that might make it possible for them to subvert a loyal man without his knowledge. You've told me yourself that you blacked out during the attack—and came to on the lifeboat, with no recollection of how you got there. "This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without "I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept the risk." "What do I do now?" I stormed. "Go into orbit and eat pills and hope you think of something? I need a doctor!" Presently Kayle replied. "Yes," he said. "You'll have to enter a what he thought was the right thing. And I'd have to go along and pretend—right up until the warheads struck—that I didn't know I'd been condemned to death. II I tried to gather my wits and think my way through the situation. I was alone and injured, aboard a lifeboat that would be the focus of a converging flight of missiles as soon as I approached within battery range of Earth. I had gotten clear of the Gool, but I wouldn't survive " It is a contact, Effulgent One! " " " " It is elusive, Master! It wriggles like a gorm-worm in the eating trough! " centers, caused me to crawl through the choking smoke of the devastated control compartment toward the escape hatch. Fire leaped up, blocking the lifeboat leaped clear of the disintegrating dreadnought—and the world-ending impact as I fell. At a level far below the conscious, the embattled pseudo-personality lashed out again—fighting the invader. " Almost it eluded me then, Effulgent Lord. Link with this lowly one! " " Impossible! Do you forget all my teachings? Cling, though you expend the last filament of your life-force! " me! " of xenophobia—a ton of liver writhing at the bottom of a dark well. I clamped down control. The Gool mind folded in on itself, gibbering. source, filling an immense natural basin. The Gool clustered at its rim, feeding, each monstrous shape heaving against its neighbors for a more favorable position. would transport the spawn to the new worlds the Prime Overlord had discovered, worlds where food was free for the taking. Not sulphur alone, but potassium, calcium, iron and all the metals—riches beyond belief in endless profusion. No longer would the Gool tribe cluster—those who remained of a once-great race—at a single feeding ego-complex. I might have saved my breath. you well enough. I'm sorry." I leaned back and chewed the inside of my lip and thought unkind thoughts about Colonel Ausar Kayle. Then I settled down to solve the problem at hand. dumb, and hope for a little luck. "Planetary, Z four-oh-two here. Say, I'm afraid I missed part of that, "Four-oh-two, sheer off there! You're not cleared for re-entry!" For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after over, buffeting me against the restraining harness. disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on the water. I would have to risk calling Kayle now—but by voluntarily giving my Kayle's face appeared. "Don't fight it, Granthan," he croaked. "You penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—" "Later," I snapped. "How about calling off your dogs now? And send somebody out here to pick me up, before I add sea-sickness to my other complaints." "We have you pinpointed," Kayle cut in. "It's no use fighting it, "I'm sorry, Granthan," Kayle said. "It's too late—even if I could Although you failed, and have in fact been forced, against your will, to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts "Goodbye, Granthan. Try to understand...." each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes. "— missile on course I was ten miles from shore. The capsule had its own power plant. I confused murmur of thought, a random intrusion of impressions from the city all around. It was hard, too hard. I had to sleep— I heard the snick of a revolver being cocked, and dropped flat as a gout of flame stabbed toward me, the imperative Bam! echoing between out, and I heard the unconscious body slam to the ground like a poled It was easy—if I could only stay awake. I gritted my teeth, pulled myself into the car, crawled to a dark sunlight in a bar across the litter on the floor. The power truss arm was yelling aloud for more of that nice dope that had been keeping it from realizing how bad it was. All things considered, I felt like a badly embalmed mummy—except that I was hungry. I had been a fool not to fill my pockets when I left the escape capsule in the shallows off Key Largo, but things had been happening too fast. and let my awareness stretch out. "— lousy job. What's the use? Little witch in the lunch room ... up in the hills, squirrel hunting, bottle of whiskey.... " sandwiches under a glass cover. "I'll take 'em all. And candy bars, and cigarettes. And give me a big glass of water." "Better git out there and look after yer train," the girl said carelessly. "When'd you git so all-fired hungry all of a sudden?" "Put it in a bag. Quick." "Look who's getting bossy—" food in it. The girl stared at him, then pushed him back. "You git back around that counter!" rationalize his behavior, fill in the details—and never know that the original idea hadn't been his own. I drank the water first, ate a sandwich, then lit a cigarette and lay

<question>:
What endangered Granthan on his way from the capsule to the beach?

<options>:
A Missiles
B Guns
C His injuries
D Starvation

<answer>:

A