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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TOLLIVER'S ORBIT was slow—but it wasn't boring. And it would get you there—as long as you weren't going anywhere anyhow! thatch was ruffled, as if he had been rubbed the wrong way. "Well, one of us had better learn, and I'll have other things to do." "I'll think about it," promised the girl, staring thoughtfully at the deck. Tolliver anchored himself in a seat and grinned as he thought about it too. the office noticeably, for such of Ganymede's surface as could be seen After a while , he promised himself, I'll explain how I cut the fuel flow and see if she's detective enough to suspect that we're just to Earth. The big jets in the home office don't care. They count it on ! Maybe they live soft back on Earth since the mines They me ," he complained. "You know I took this piloting job just to scrape up money for an advanced engineering degree back on Earth. I only want to finish my year—not get into something I can't quit." Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of "Aw, it's not like that," the manager muttered. "You can ease out whenever your contract's up. Think we'd bend a good orbit on your account?" Tolliver stared at him silently, but the other had difficulty meeting "Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work," hazardous duty!" "Doesn't matter," answered Tolliver, grinning amiably. "The hazardous part is just being on the same moon as you for the next six months." He winked and walked out, deliberately leaving the door open behind him so as to enjoy the incoherent bellowing that followed him. Looks like a little vacation , he thought, unperturbed. and his gang steal the Great Red Spot off Jupiter if they like! It's their risk. spaceport, or for hauling cross-country to one of the mining domes. He soon found that there was nothing for him to do but hang around the "What do you mean?" "They say some home-office relative is coming in on the "What's wrong with that?" asked Tolliver. "Outside of the way they keep handing out soft jobs to nephews, I mean." "Aah, these young punks just come out for a few months so they can go back to Earth making noises like spacemen. Sometimes there's no reason but them for sending a ship back with a crew instead of in an economy portable, double-chambered plastic dome blown up outside the ship's the waste of fuel involved when the home-office relative emerged. sweater, like a spacer. "Sure," agreed Tolliver thinking, Ohmigod! Trying already to be just one of the gang, instead of Lady Betty! Is her old man the treasurer, or does he just know where bodies are buried? "They were making dates," said the girl. "Were they ribbing me, or is it true that none of the four of them goes back with the ship?" "It's true enough," Tolliver assured her. "We need people out here, and it costs a lot to make the trip. They found they could send back loaded Earth's orbit and landed by pilots who don't have to waste their time frozen surface of Ganymede toward the permanent domes of the city. "How is it here?" asked the girl. "They told me it's pretty rough." "What did you expect?" asked Tolliver. "Square dances with champagne?" "Don't be silly. Daddy says I'm supposed to learn traffic routing and the business management of a local branch. They probably won't let me "Missions! You call driving a mile or so a mission ?" "Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!" Say, that's pretty good! he told himself. prickled. The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as "It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all, Tolliver. "We won't be working together, I'm afraid. You've already had little blonde, but the best part of this company will be mine someday. I was not allowed to reach twenty-two without learning something about holding on to it." Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older. fired!" Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about "just landed." a secretary, but it turned out to be three members of Jeffers' desk to assist. Tolliver found himself dumped on the floor of an empty office in the anyway. "I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner," remarked the girl. "Thanks for letting me know in time," said Tolliver. well enough. The abandoned and empty look of the office worried him. "What can we use to get out of here?" he mused. "Why should we try?" asked the girl. "What can he do?" "You'd be surprised. How did you catch on to him so soon?" accident!" "What do you know about the crooked goings-on here?" asked Betty after a startled pause. "Nothing," retorted Tolliver. "Except that there are some. There are rumors, and I had a halfway invitation to join in. I think he sells The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters There was nothing in the unused office but an old table and half a heat. If I can kick loose a hinge, maybe we can fool them yet!" yourself." "I'll come along with you, Tolliver," said the girl. "No, I don't think you'd better." "Why not?" "Well ... after all, what would he dare do? Arranging an accident to Tolliver. "Why do you want them?" "Honey, I just don't think it will be so easy to lay hands on a tractor. I bet Jeffers already phoned the garage and all the airlocks intended for replacements, had never been unpacked, but there were a then trailed along with the plastic under his arm. He caught up and touched helmets again. "Just act as if you're on business," he told her. "For all anyone can !" "How good?" a lead before the alarms go off." Through the faceplates, he saw the girl nod, wide-eyed. against the inside of the dome as if glued, although it immediately when they do! "That's all right," Tolliver told the girl. "We can get in with no trouble." It was when he looked about to make sure that they were unobserved that "Takeoff!" shrilled Betty. "What do you think you're going to do? I He ran a practiced eye over the board, reading the condition of the When Betty produced a memo giving frequency and call sign, he set about making contact. request as if he had been hanging in orbit merely until learning who to go down after. They really sent her out to nail someone , Tolliver realized. Of idea of what to look for. How do I get into these things? She might have got me killed! says it's set for a six-month orbit, or economy flight. Whatever they call it. I don't think he has any idea where we're headed." Tolliver pulled her back, holding her in mid-air by the slack of her sweater. If you'll be okay, we'll attend to the other affair immediately." He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended "This 'Miss Koslow' business," he said suspiciously. "He sounded funny about that." The girl grinned. firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—" "I'd be stuck for six months in this orbit with some brash young man," Tolliver finished for her. "I guess it's better this way," he said meditatively a moment later. "Oh, come on ! Can't they get us back? How can you tell where we're we'll float into the vicinity of Earth at about the right time to be

<question>:
How do the crew feel about “home office relatives”?

<options>:
A It’s a waste of time and fuel to bring them back and forth.
B It’s a chance to impress the bosses and land better positions.
C It’s a great way to have fun and earn tips.
D It’s a chance to go on dates with pretty girls.

<answer>:

A