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

<passage>:
"If I'm a spy," he said impatiently, "then I'm supposed to look for THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR job, you blatant idiot!" he shouted. "I'm not a spy! If I a spy, list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put the roof on the city, as they say. waited for it. They simply knew that it had been captured by some other Project and had blown itself up. think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That fathead who turned me in thinks I'm a spy. But I'm a spy, and I'm that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to give her advance warning that I would be late? Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my keep us from being interrupted. Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute piled on top of all the other annoyances and breakdowns of the day was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door what you've done , disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she marry me, she won't even speak to me! Not now! Not after this!" had to ruin things for you this way. But the fact of the matter is—" she leaned even closer to the screen—"there's a spy in the elevator." II I just gaped at her. "A—a what?" "A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think of to get him out." "Well—but why should there be any problem about getting him out?" outside at all. And when anyone tries to get into the shaft, he aims the elevator at them." That sounded impossible. "He aims the elevator?" "He runs it up and down the shaft," she explained, "trying to crush anybody who goes after him." "Oh," I said. "So it might take a while." hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, "They're afraid they'll have to starve him out." "Oh, no!" "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible." Click. Blank screen. For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked! What in the world was the matter with the Army? If things were getting that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many more spies there were in the Project, still unsuspected? return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the be planning for us. Most spies didn't return separate floors set aside for schools and churches and factories, robot ore-sleds capable of seeking out raw materials unavailable within the Projects themselves and so on. And all because of, among other things, which had been invented on the very eve of battle, and which deflected Outside. The basic policy of Eternal Vigilance and Instant Preparedness was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it go at that. But now there was a spy in the elevator. I leaped to my feet, reading from my watch that it was now ten-fifteen. I dashed once more from the apartment and down the hall to the elevator, praying that the spy had been captured by now and that Linda would agree with me that a spy in the elevator was good and sufficient He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out. I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway. I hadn't paid any attention to it before. No one ever uses the stairs except adventurous young boys playing cops and robbers, running up and down from landing to landing. I myself hadn't set foot on a flight of Actually, the whole idea of stairs was ridiculous. We had elevators, didn't we? Usually, I mean, when they didn't contain spies. So what was the use of stairs? had had on its books a fire ordinance, anachronistic even then, which required a complete set of stairs in every building constructed in the I frowned, wondering immediately why this door wasn't being firmly guarded by at least a platoon of Army men. Half a dozen possible answers flashed through my mind. The more recent maps might simply have omitted this discarded and unnecessary door. It might be sealed shut on the other side. The Army might have caught the spy already. Somebody in authority might simply have goofed. the spy came out, waving a gun. He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he spy, he looked overpoweringly ordinary. More than anything else, he my parents' apartment. His gaze darted this way and that. Then he motioned with his free hand at the descending stairs and whispered, "Where do they go?" I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "All the way down," I said. "Good," he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the opening of a hall door. It was followed by the heavy thud of ascending boots. The Army! But if I had any visions of imminent rescue, the spy dashed them. He said, "Where do you live?" I knew my only slim chance of safety lay in answering his questions either escape or capture him. "All right," he whispered. "Go on." He prodded me with the gun. And so we went back up the stairs to one fifty-three, and stopped at the door. He stood close behind me, the gun pressed against my back, and grated in my ear, "I'll have this gun in my pocket. If you make one false move I'll kill you. Now, we're going to your apartment. We're leap at him before he could bring the gun up again. But he must have anybody, but I will if I have to. We'll just wait here together until the hue and cry passes us. Then I'll tie you up, so you won't be able to sic your Army on me too soon, and I'll leave. If you don't try any silly heroics, nothing will happen to you." "You'll never get away," I told him. "The whole Project is alerted." before de-radiating them?" "No. Why should we?" "To find out how far the radiation level outside has dropped." than to me. "The same answer every time. You people have crawled into your caves and you're ready to stay in them forever." I decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy, around and he ran all the way back to the cave he started from, his tail between his legs. That's to watchful spy. suddenly said, "What did they tell you I was? A spy?" fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?" spy. "Your people send out spies, too, don't they?" he demanded. supposed to spy on?" a spy, then it follows that

<question>:
In what way did the spy intend to evade the Army?

<options>:
A Disguised as a normal everyday person in the Project
B Waiting until they thought they’d lost his trail
C Wear a radiation blanket and hide in an outbound ore-sled
D Lure the Army up to the top floors and then bolt to the bottom and run Outside

<answer>:

B