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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it can be hired, of course, and naturally doesn't care who hires it. Something much the same can be said of the gunman, too.... GUN FOR HIRE By Joe Prantera "Get?" he said. Joe Prantera said impatiently, "The the car's window ledge. "Who's it?" he growled. Joe Prantera said softly, "Big Louis sent me, Al." Prantera. on me?" Brett-James grimaced in amusement. "Mr. Prantera, this will probably be difficult for you to comprehend, but there are no police in this Then his second thought was Something went wrong. Big Louis, he "If I understand your idiom correctly, tough. With luck, the syndicate would no prisons in this era, Mr. Prantera." get him off with a couple of years at you mean prison. There are Joe stared. "No cops, no jails. What stops anybody? What stops anybody Quentin. "Mr. Prantera, there are no banks." "No banks! You gotta have banks!" Prantera began to sense an alienness—a "And no money to put in them. Brett-James cleared his throat. get a mouthpiece." tack. "My name is Lawrence Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken, you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera." Salviati happened to be Joe's mother's maiden name. But it was unlikely this character could have known that. he'll be at some time. Get it? Like Al Rossi. My finger, he works in Rossi's "I wanta mouthpiece," Joe said house, see? He lets me know every leaves the house all by hisself. O.K., so I can make plans, like, to give it to him." Joe Prantera wound it up door had opened for Reston-Farrell. Joe Prantera scowled and said, "These ain't my clothes." "No, I am afraid not." Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are me? I'd wind up in the gas chamber so quick—" "See here, Mr. Prantera," Brett-James capital punishment, you must realize." "O.K. I still don't wanta get caught. What obviously a populous city. And for a moment again, Joe Prantera Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" Everybody'd be running around giving it to everybody else." "The motivation for crime has been removed, Mr. Prantera," Reston-Farrell attempted to explain. "A "Where would you go?" The fear of police, of Al Rossi's vengeance, of the measures that might be taken by Big Louis on his receives it." something, they just take me to a doctor?" Joe Prantera was unbelieving. "Why would anybody wish to steal "You mean, like, if I steal a car or is the last man you will ever kill, Mr. Prantera." A chillness was in the belly of Joe Prantera. He said very slowly, very dangerously, "You guys figure on me and with a chainsmoker's nervousness. The other was heavier and more getting caught, don't you?" "Yes," Brett-James said evenly. "Mr. Prantera," Dr. Reston-Farrell "Well then, figure something else. at ease. They were both, Joe estimated, Joe said coldly, "And what happens to you guys? How do you know I won't rat on you?" ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera." so far as Joe could see. He said gently, "I think it would be Mr. Joseph Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal linage was almost universally not usually on his tongue. the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous, atavistic, evil genius. We are of the question. "Mr. Prantera, "What's it all about, huh?" "Prepare yourself for somewhat of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no finds his recruits among the young." "O.K., so this guy is dangerous. You want him knocked off before he A.D. they would say." Joe Prantera looked from one of us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera, them to the other, scowling. "What "Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in man in the street, Mr. Prantera. Only students of such subjects any longer Mr. Prantera." Joe Prantera had never been exposed the rap was it wouldn't be too Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted to those last memories and his Reston-Farrell said, "Mr. Prantera, "I wanta get out of here," Joe said. want me to do a job for you." "That is correct." of jobs I do?" "That is correct." "Like hell you do. You think I'm Joe Prantera came abruptly to Prantera?" Big Louis." "Yes," Brett-James said, his voice soft. "They are all dead, Mr. Prantera. heavy-set, dour of countenance man seated at a desk. He looked into Joe Prantera's face, scowled and said Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion. Finally he said, "What's this bit some guy." "That is why we brought you here, Mr. Prantera. You were ... you are, a professional assassin." "Hey, wait a minute, now." Reston-Farrell went on, ignoring society." They had him pegged all right. Joe said, "But why me? Why don't you knows the ropes these days." Brett-James said, "Mr. Prantera, there are no professional assassins in this age, nor have there been for over Prantera's irritation over this whole job. You need a good man knows how Tony and the others, for his favorite bar, for the lasagne down at Papa Giovanni's. Right now he could have welcomed a calling down at the hands of Big Louis. to handle wunna these, Chief." story, though. First off, I better tell you you got some bad enemies, Chief. Two guys special, named Brett-James and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one not in us, Mr. Prantera." of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do for you, Chief, is to give it to those two." "Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did in almost every field, certainly in every science. Dictators? Your ancestors found, Mr. Prantera, that it is never dreamed of in your own era." "O.K., O.K.," Joe Prantera growled. "So everybody's got it made. What I wanta know is what's all this about "What's that suppose to mean?" "Mr. Prantera, have you ever heard of Ghengis Khan, of Tamerlane, Alexander, Caesar?" Joe Prantera scowled at him emptily. "Or, more likely, of Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin?" drive to power which exceeds by far the ambitions of the average man. They are genii in their way, Mr. Prantera, genii of evil. Such a genius of scene." "Now we're getting somewheres," Joe snorted. "So you got a guy what's a little ambitious, like, eh? And you guys ain't got the guts to give it to would have happened?" "Sure," Joe grunted. "I woulda let old Al Rossi have it right in the guts, Brett-James was shaking his head. "No. You see, by coincidence, a police squad car was coming down the street just at that moment to arrest Mr. Rossi. You would have been apprehended. As I understand Californian law of the period, your life would have been forfeit, Mr. Prantera." Mr. Prantera, we have already told Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but Joe Prantera had been rocking Joe Prantera on a job was thorough. Careful, painstaking, competent. He spent the first three days of his

<question>:
What is Prantera referring to when he mentions a 'mouthpiece'?

<options>:
A a lawyer
B a weapon
C a disguise
D a crime boss

<answer>:

A