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

<passage>:
Sheer efficiency and good management can make a monopoly grow into being. And once it grows, someone with a tyrant mind is going to try to use it as a weapon if he can— "That all, chief? Gonna quit now?" still on the vitamin research they had been conducting, he barely heard the remarks that followed him. "One of these days the chief is going to have his glands catch up with him." alone, he let his only known emotion sweep through him, pride. He had regime served the best interests of the planet, they would just have to suffer the consequences of their own ignorance. There had been rumors of revolution among the disgruntled older families. it didn't quite uniform. "Sorry, sir, but one of those rebels is loose in the Administration "Well, you can check out I haven't got any blasted rebels in here." The policeman's face hardened, then relaxed knowingly. "Oh, I see, sir. No rebels, of course. Sorry to have disturbed you. Have a good—Good night, sir," he saluted and left. Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot "All right, joke's over, you can beat it now." Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs. struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his force." "Get out of here!" he yelled and the door shut abruptly on a rippling continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp bathrobe clammily around him and marched to the door with a seething "Wherethehell's who?" "Quit stallin', bud. You know who. That female rebel who was in here." "Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you say rebel?" "Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?" "She ... why ... why ... she left, of course. You don't think I was going to have women running around in here, do you?" "Listen, bud, we don't do the thinkin' around here. You come on along and see the chief." Brian had had about enough. "I'm not going anywhere to see anybody. for months she's a rebel and she's sure been raising plenty of hell "Oh, it's all right, chief. You can trust me. I won't give you away." "There's nothing to give away, you fool!" Brian bellowed. "I don't know anything about any damn rebels. All I want is to get out of here—" "Gotcha, chief," Brent whispered understandingly. "I'll see if I can "Come here, you idiot!" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant. Brian retired to his cell bunk and clutched his aching head in For the nineteenth time Brian Hanson strode to the door of his cell and trouble because of me. But don't worry, we're going to get you out." "Damn that fool kid! Leave me alone. I don't want to get out of here "This way," he snarled and took the lead. He knew the ground plan of this jail perfectly. He had a moment of wonder at the crazy spectacle of himself, the fair-haired boy of Venus Consolidated, in his flapping bathrobe, leading a band of escaping rebels out of the company's best jail. They burst around a corner onto a startled guard. Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles a gasping grunt of pain as one of the rebels went down. They were shooting to kill. corner. Brian and the rebels bundled into them and took away with a The two carloads of rebels cruised nonchalantly past the Administration The rebels piled out and the cars pulled away to become innocuous parts of the traffic stream. The rebels seemed to know where they were going "Where the dickens are we?" Brian whispered hoarsely. "What do we do? Hide here?" "Well, what the dickens does he look like?" Brian asked doubtfully. Brian was startled at the icy hardness of her voice. rebels crowded into it and they went rumbling swiftly down the echoing passage. The lights of the car showed the old working, rotten and crumbling, fallen in in some places and signs of new work where the rebels had cleared away the debris of years. Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel and leaped off in a full-throttled take-off. "We're going to crash! That gap isn't wide enough!" The sides of the gap rushed in on the tips of the stubby wings. Brian the mountain while Brian struggled to get his internal economy back "Oh—I see," Brian said weakly and a few moments later he really did set in grim lines as she pulled the ship up in a screaming climb. Brian got up off the floor. "You don't have to get excited like that," he complained. "They weren't bitterly. "They've been killing people all over the planet. What do you think this revolution is about?" Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back The slower rebel freight ship staggered drunkenly as a torpedo caught it and ripped away half a wing. It plunged down in flames with the white flowers of half a dozen parachutes blossoming around it. Brian outrage. "They didn't have a chance!" "Don't get excited," Crystal told him in a dead, flat voice. "That's down in a terminal velocity dive, heading for the safety of the lower valley mists. The heavier police ship, with its higher wing-loading, could not match the maneuver. The rebel craft plunged down through the of the mountain face. Brian yelped and cowered instinctively back. The spotted for sure, now." The other rebels waited uncertainly, but not for long. There was the "The Zeburzacs are one of the old families, but he sold out to McHague." "Well, what do we do now? Just stand here? It looks like everybody's leaving." "We might as well just wait," Crystal said hopelessly. "It won't do us around so their rocket exhausts sweep the entrance to the cavern," Brian suggested doubtfully. She looked at him steadily. "You sound like the only good rebel left. We can try it, anyway." a dead silence. A score or more followed them without any attempt at "Snap out of it," he barked. "That's no worse than shooting helpless men in parachutes. We can't go, yet we're not finished here." mixture down till the exhaust was a lambent, shuddering stutter, verging on extinction. He dashed to the other ship and repeated the maneuver, fussing with the throttle till he had the fuel mixture adjusted to critical fineness. The beat of the stuttering exhaust seemed to catch up to the other and built to an aching pulsation. In Brian clambered out of the ship and glanced at the glowing points "It's time to check out," Brian shouted. downward, riding the edge of the slide for terrifying minutes till it stilled and left them bruised and shaken in a tangle of torn Brian and Crystal struggled painfully to solid ground. Crystal gazed "It's a matter of harmonics," Brian explained. "If you hit the right vibratory combination, you can shake anything down. But now that we've made a mess of the old homestead, what do we do?" "Where are we heading for?" Brian grunted as he struggled along. can depend on. They've kept out of the rebellion, but they're on our

<question>:
If it did, how do you think Brian's opinion on the rebellion changed throughout the passage?

<options>:
A He's secretly a rebel from the start, but breaks his ties from the rebellion by the end.
B He's a conformist at the start, a rebel at the end.
C He's a rebel throughout, but questions his loyalties throughout the passage.
D He's a conformist throughout, but he's enticed by the idea of being a rebel at the end.

<answer>:

B