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

<passage>:
The intercom on Baxter's desk suddenly buzzed, and a bright red light Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay overrode his erstwhile genial features. I had a horrible suspicion. "Not again?" I said softly. Baxter swore under his breath. Then he reached across the desktop and Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental end of the whole puzzle of THE SECRET MARTIANS—with Jery as the first however, the real reason (same as that expressed by Jean Kerr) is that this kind of stay-at-home self-employment lets me sleep late in the morning." 1 unless maybe it was that hair dye that unexpectedly turned bright green after six weeks in the hair, but that was the lab's fault, not mine. So I managed a weak smile toward the duo, and tried not to sweat too profusely. "Jery Delvin?" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in his brusque baritone. "... Yes," I said, some terrified portion of my mind waiting masochistically for them to draw their collapsers and reduce me to a heap of hot protons. "Come with us," said his companion. I stared at him, then glanced "Mr. Delvin," she said, her voice a wispy croak. "When will you be back? The Plasti-Flex man is waiting for your—" I opened my mouth, but one of the security men cut in. " W-Will I be back?" I asked desperately, as we waited for the elevator. "At all? Am I under arrest? What's up, anyhow?" There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy the ride, wherever we were going. " The man who spoke seemed more than surprised he seemed stunned. His voice held an incredulous squeak, a squeak which would have amazed his Baxter pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment, loudly. Baxter seemed to be trying to say something. "I suppose you're wondering why I've called—" he started, then stopped short and flushed with embarrassment. I felt a sympathetic hot wave flooding my own features. A copy chief in an advertising company almost always reacts to an obvious cliche. Then, with something like a look of relief on his blunt face, he "Jery Delvin," he read, musingly and dispassionately. "Five foot eleven civic-minded, slightly antisocial...." He looked at me, questioningly. "Just a bit," Baxter said. "On file?" Baxter frowned. "What for?" "Ah," said Baxter, grinning. "I begin to. And your job is to test these Then Baxter frowned again. "But what's this about girls?" Baxter cleared his throat loudly. "I understand, at last. Hence your "You have my sympathy, son," Baxter said, not unkindly. "No, I don't imagine it has...." Baxter was staring into some far-off is.... You have been chosen for an extremely important mission." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient Baxter looked me square in the eye. "Damned if I know!" I stared at him, nonplussed. He'd spoken with evidence of utmost Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched. "And," I said, beginning to be fascinated by his bewildered manner, Baxter eyed me balefully, then skimmed the brochure through the air in and address!" "Uh-huh," Baxter grunted laconically. "It amuses you, does it?" The smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of his narrowing eyes. "Not really," I said hastily. "It baffles me, to be frank." "If you're sitting there in that hopeful stance awaiting some sort of fist down on the desktop. "No one has an explanation! All we know is that the Brain always picks the right man." Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his highhanded treatment of my emotions. "How nice!" I said icily. "Now if I only knew the problem!" Baxter blinked, then lost some of his scowl. "Yes, of course " Baxter I detected a tinge of cynicism in his tone, but said nothing. "What a gesture!" Baxter went on, hardly speaking directly to me at "You sound disillusioned, sir," I interjected. off for an extraterrestrial romp, will cement relations between those nations who have remained hostile despite the unification of all and then we got this red-headed kid with freckles like confetti all over his slightly bucktoothed face, and we—Sir?" I'd paused, because he was staring at me like a man on the brink of apoplexy. I swallowed, and tried to look relaxed. what happened to the Space Scouts last week?" I thought a second, then nodded. "They've been having such a good time that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your head that way, sir?" and tired, and very much in keeping with his snowy hair. "You see, the Space Scouts have vanished." Baxter shook his head. Baxter cupped his slightly jowled cheeks in his hands and propped his "That's just it," Baxter sighed. "We don't even know that! We're like a Baxter nodded. "Yes," said Baxter. "That's what bothers me." go anywhere, do anything, commandeer anything I might need. All with no questions asked. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty chipper as I entered the hangar housing Phobos II . At the moment, I was the most influential human being in the known universe. yellow sunlight outside. He was tall, much taller than I, but he seemed nervous as hell. At least he was pacing back and forth amid a litter of half-smoked cigarette butts beside the gleaming tailfins of the spaceship, and a fuming butt was puckered into place in his mouth. Baxter's idea. "Yes, sir!" he replied swiftly, at stiff attention. "I don't really have any details," I said, and waited for him to take his cue. As an afterthought, to help him talk, I added, "At ease, by "Thank you, sir," he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid the ration packs, when I noticed how damned quiet it was aboard. And especially funny that no one was in the galley waiting for me to start last—interview with Chief Baxter. I had a slight inkling why the Brain "Strange," I remarked to Chief Baxter when I was seated once again in myself out at that airfield. I was brusque, highhanded, austere, almost malevolent with the pilot. And I'm ordinarily on the shy side, as a matter of fact." "The hell it is!" Baxter snapped. "Good grief, man, why'd you think the I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. "Now you mention it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have about, the way people jump when they see it." "It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young, was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without Baxter smiled. "No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any Baxter nodded. "The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the Baxter grimaced and shivered. "Don't even think such a thing! Even such a situation!" I sank back into the contour chair, and glanced at my watch. Much too "You understand," said Baxter suddenly, "that you're to say nothing

<question>:
How did Baxter feel when he first met Jery?

<options>:
A guilty and sympathetic
B confused and anxious
C frustrated and nervous
D nervous yet excited

<answer>:

B