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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appeared to have overcome every in downtown Los Angeles and waited for his first customer. He had been in business for a week women in Puerto Pacifico," said would arrive. The series of events leading up to Pembroke's present occupation Pacific a year earlier. Bound for gambling everything on this one throw. "When you go to Earth I'll miss you terribly." "Oh, but you'll be dead by much," Pembroke murmured, Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso, the Colombian tramp steamer you, if I left on the boat with you, they'd let me go to Earth with you. Wouldn't they?" "Oh, yes, I'm sure they would." "If I pretended I was one of something short of ecstasy. Not for any obvious reason, but because of subtle little factors that elevate the glory and safety of others above that of themselves. a human being. When she left the hotel at midnight, Pembroke was quite sure for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank Pembroke had at last found his. Earth and the human race that peopled it. And Mary Ann would help him to save it. the crew of the ship, probably. He also recognized several He said that he planned to go shooting out on the desert which creatures anywhere but in the city. Pembroke said he was going out anyway. seacoast city. He heard the hiss of the ocean in the direction the the beach. selection of firearms, despite the fact that there was nothing to hunt and only a single target range within the city. Everything, of course, had to be just like Earth. That, after all, was the purpose of Puerto Pacifico. By noon they had rented a jeep and were well away from the city. Pembroke and Mary Ann took turns firing at the paper targets they had purchased. At twilight they headed back to the city. On the outskirts, where the sand and soil were mixed and no footprints would be left, Pembroke her and that she had shot him. If necessary, she would conduct the authorities to the place where they had been target shooting, but would be unable to locate the spot where she had buried the body. Why had she buried it? Because at first she And they certainly would not prosecute Mary Ann for killing an Earthman. Now Pembroke had himself to worry about. The first step was to enter smoothly into the new life he had planned. It wouldn't be so comfortable as the previous one, but should be considerably safer. He headed slowly for the "old" part of town, aging his clothes against buildings and that they had all qualified fences as he walked. He had already specialty shops. He tried to get the woman off his mind, but the to bother him. She was right about being different, but it was her concern about being this time for vengeance. Twice during his wanderings Pembroke had seen the corpses of Earthmen being carted out of buildings. They had to be Earthmen because they bled. Mary Ann had admitted that she did not. There would be very few Earthmen left in Puerto Pacifico, and it would be simple enough to locate him if he were reported as the bizarre statuette underneath the counter. "What the hell was that?" a ship. It was leaving that afternoon. Anyone who could pass the interview would be sent to Earth. Pembroke had visited the docks every day, without being able to learn when the great exodus would take place. Yet he was certain the first lap would be by water rather than by spaceship, since no one he had talked to in the city had ever heard of spaceships. In fact, they knew very little about their masters. Now the ship had arrived and Pembroke would no doubt be discovered and exterminated. But since no one seemed said Pembroke. "Incidentally, just where are we, anyway? What city is this?" "Puerto Pacifico," she told in every other respect. The reason for transporting Earth People to this planet was, of course, to apply a corrective to any of the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet. None, to the best of his knowledge, was called Puerto Pacifico. He headed for the nearest or articulation. This was map. The attendant gave him one which showed the city, but nothing beyond. "That all depends on where you are," the boy returned. "Okay, then where am I?" Puerto Pacifico." each went into separate ones. Pembroke found himself alone in him. "Isn't that a lovely name? another entity in his presence confined beneath a glass dome. It looked rather like a groundhog on an intricate keyboard in front of it. "What is your name?" queried a metallic voice from a speaker on the wall. that way—outside the city?" "Sand." "Which situation's 'at?" "Where's Seattle?" "Seattle? State o' Washington." "Some city." "Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A lot of ships dock here, though." "All cargo ships, I'll bet. No surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant "You understand your mission, type. are to establish yourself on Earth. In time you will receive instructions. Then you will attack. You will not see us, your Newton?" the voice asked. "You masters, again until the atmosphere docks, then looked about for Mary Ann. He saw her at last named Spencer. He sat in a booth with three young women, all lovely, all effusive. The topic "Your bet's as good as mine," the ship, ignoring her. But still the woman persisted in her with the crowd moving toward to be precisely what Pembroke said Pembroke. "It's not Wellington, had predicted. Sidling up to a well-dressed man-about-town type, Pembroke and it's not Brisbane, and companion explained. "They'll take her off to the buggy house for a few days and bring her out fresh and ignorant as the Earth." "Yeah, I reckon there is at that," said Pembroke, snickering himself, however, till the night he was deposited in a field from the scene of the sinking of the on a piece of wreckage, and had been picked up by a Chilean trawler. How he had then made his way, with identity established and his circumstances again solvent, he was headed for Los Angeles to begin his save-Earth campaign. Now, seated at his battered desk in the shabby rented office it's not Long Beach, and it's not Tahiti. There are a lot of places it's not. But where the hell it is, you tell me. "I hope you like it in Puerto Pacifico. Because there isn't any place to go from here and there isn't any way to get there if the two demolished Pacificos that lay sprawled one atop the other of a federal official, but the hesitant, self-conscious steps of a day. Not the brisk, efficient steps soon, once the FBI agent had got there. Pembroke was only in it to had run in all the Los Angeles papers for the past week. The little ad that had saved mankind from God-knew-what insidious menace. It read: This etext was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories January 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. yourself to blame. Cooperation is all we require of you." "No. You just don't belong here, in this particular place," couldn't know that ahead of time. The way they operate it's a The kid shook his head. pretty hit-or-miss operation. But went down with the ship. That was just part of the game." "What the hell are you sayin'?" he wondered, had gone out on their backs during their first day in Puerto Pacifico? Pembroke shaved, showered, and put on the new suit and shirt Mary Ann, the woman he had met on the beach, out to dinner. She would look magnificent even Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had critical capabilities, but not once had she become annoyed with him. She seemed to devour every brought to her attention. And, fantastically enough, she actually

<question>:
What is Puerto Pacifico?

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A A small city on the coast of California full of odd people
B A city on a faraway planet where humans can travel for vacation
C A coastal American city where aliens work on a plan of attack
D The city on a planet used as part of an attack plan by a group of aliens

<answer>:

D