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

<passage>:
Not all the world’s citizens were content. Bergstrom was waiting in his office when Zarwell arrived that evening. kill him right away,” a second, less confident voice said. “It’s supposed “What do you think they’ll do with him?” “Execute him, I suppose,” the harsh voice said matter-of-factly. “They’re probably just curious to see what he looks like first. They’ll be disappointed.” Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to observe his surroundings. It was a mistake. “He’s out of Two men hurried through a doorway of a small anteroom to his left, calling to him. He turned away it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge that he heard. The big man turned. “You can tell the Chief he’s awake,” he said. Zarwell followed his gaze to where a younger man, with a blond lock of hair on his forehead, stood behind him. The youth nodded and went out, while the other pulled a chair up to the side of Zarwell’s cot. While their attention was away from him Zarwell had unobtrusively loosened his bonds as much as possible with arm leverage. As the Zarwell told him. The grin faded from the oily face as the man stood up. He leaned over ruffian, copper-brown face damp with perspiration and body oil, grabbed him by the jacket and Zarwell pulled the struggling body down against his chest and held it there until all agitated now why he always carried it. Bergstrom, asked. John Zarwell shook his head. “Did I talk while I was under?” nonchalance. “The next couple “How does it tie in with what I told you before?” Bergstrom’s neat-boned, fair-skinned face betrayed no emotion Zarwell did not answer. His memory seemed on the point of other than an introspective stillness complete return, and he sat quietly, should do it.” yet?” “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell Bergstrom had his bad moment. “You’re not going to …” he began at the sight of the gun. He tried [p 137 Zarwell corrected him. “You’d be foolish!” Bergstrom obviously realized how close he was to death. Yet surprisingly, after the first start, area. “Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The serum is quite harmless, John.” He maintained a professional diversionary Curiosity restrained his trigger finger. Bergstrom shook his head. “I know it’s been broken before. But you need me. You’re not through, and rolled gently toward the far wall. Bergstrom continued talking, with practiced urbanity. “When “Is that the best you can do?” “No.” Bergstrom was angry now. “But use that logical mind you’re analyst.” psychiatry was a less exact science,” turn you in to the police, I’d have done it before this.” Zarwell debated with himself the truth of what the other had said. trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into killer!” Now that the crisis seemed to be past, Bergstrom spoke more calmly, even allowed himself to above. They faded, were gone. ZARWELL found himself The words tumbled down from relax. “You’re still pretty much in Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. “Who am I?” he asked, very interested now. Without attention he put his pistol away in a trouser pocket. Bergstrom brushed the question the human worlds. I’d like to talk more with you on that later.” While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom pressed his advantage. “One more scene might do it,” he said. 145 ] Zarwell made his decision quickly. “Go ahead,” he answered. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed on the cigar he lit as he rode down the escalator, but he surveyed “O DD,” Bergstrom said. He brought his hands up and joined until he found his key. The briefcase more to you than the first, I suppose?” “No,” Zarwell answered. He was not a talking man, Bergstrom reflected. It was more than concealed by his present perplexity. He was a man who could handle himself well in an emergency. Bergstrom shrugged, dismissing his strayed thoughts. “I expected down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow at two, then?” Zarwell grunted acknowledgment “A good man must have done that job on your mind,” Bergstrom homes of the laborers and lower class techmen who live there. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory game of lic-lic for pieces of Zarwell nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom assured him. “Now that you’re well again I’d like to introduce ] The next morning when Zarwell you see the reason for all this? I’m tired. I’m trying to quit.” “Quit?” Bergstrom did not quite follow him. viscous depths. “Lie back and relax. Zarwell explained listlessly. “A gang of hoods had taken over the government. I helped organize a Don’t …” “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” Zarwell’s tone appealed to Bergstrom for understanding. “I have only a normal man’s indignation at injustice. And now I’ve done A village was being ravaged. Men struggled and died in the streets. Zarwell moved among Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” Bergstrom did not argue as he left. RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell was nearing its end. Zarwell was riding a shaggy pony outside a high from his flat the next day—a wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. He moved in and joined a can spare a few minutes,” the stranger said. in the streets again, plundering and killing. Zarwell was not the leader of the invaders, only a lesser figure in the Zarwell turned and studied the rebellion. But he had played a leading man without answering. He was The job had been well done. Time passed, without visible break in the panorama. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the same bearded men who had been The man nodded. Zarwell tried to feel the anger he “You’re Johnson?” he asked. wanted to feel, but somehow it “Then will you just listen? After, I’ll leave—if you tell me to.” Against his will he found himself liking the man, and wanting at least conflict engulfed him. Weary but resigned he accepted it, and did what he had to do …BERGSTROM was regarding BERGSTROM was regarding him with speculative scrutiny. “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,” Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” “Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes They …” past.” Zarwell’s expression became wary. He watched Bergstrom closely. After a minute, however, he seemed satisfied, and he let himself Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson’s voice went on. The story was always the same. But why “That’s why you’re here, you know,” Bergstrom answered. “To of what I saw,” he observed. help you remember.” “… and we need your help.” Johnson had finished his speech. Zarwell gazed up at the bright sky. He pulled in a long breath, Bergstrom went on, “that your lost that your mind has been tampered Bergstrom said confidently. “I won’t have any time off again until next week end,” Zarwell reminded him. “That’s right.” Bergstrom tomorrow?” “I suppose I could.” “Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction. more than casually interested in your case by this time.” A WORK truck picked Zarwell up the next morning and he rode with a tech crew to the edge of needs. When Zarwell arrived, six months before, the vitalized area

<question>:
Why doesn't Bergstrom alert the authorities that he has a wanted criminal, drugged and unconscious in his office?

<options>:
A Bergstrom is Zarwell's partner and is wants Zarwell to regain his memories.
B Bergstrom is a fan of Zarwell. He thinks Zarwell would overthrow the current dictatorship if Zarwell could regain his memories.
C Bergstrom is afraid Zarwell might wake early and kill him before the authorities arrive.
D Bergstrom wants Zarwell to meet with some people to overthrow the current dictatorship.

<answer>:

D