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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overrode his erstwhile genial features. I had a horrible suspicion. "Not again?" I said softly. Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental men came to get me. I didn't quite believe it at first, when I looked up and saw them, six-feet-plus of steel nerves and gimlet eyes, staring So I managed a weak smile toward the duo, and tried not to sweat too profusely. "Jery Delvin?" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in his brusque baritone. "... Yes," I said, some terrified portion of my mind waiting masochistically for them to draw their collapsers and reduce me to a are Jery Delvin?" The man who spoke seemed more than surprised he seemed stunned. His voice held an incredulous squeak, a squeak which would have amazed his subordinates. It certainly amazed me. Because the speaker was Philip Baxter, Chief of Interplanetary Security, second only to the World President in power, and not even that in matters of security. I managed to nod. He shook his white-maned head, slowly. "I don't believe it." "But I am, sir," I insisted doggedly. Baxter pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment, pressing my perspiring palms against the sides of my pants to get rid of their uncomfortably slippery feel. "Thank you, sir." There was a silence, during which I breathed uneasily, and a bit too short and flushed with embarrassment. I felt a sympathetic hot wave flooding my own features. A copy chief in an advertising company almost always reacts to an obvious cliche. Then, with something like a look of relief on his blunt face, he inches tall, brown hair, slate-gray eyes. Citizen. Honest, sober, civic-minded, slightly antisocial...." He looked at me, questioningly. "I'd rather not discuss that, sir, if you don't mind." to stay out of my office when I'm working, or I can't function." "You have my sympathy, son," Baxter said, not unkindly. "Thank you, sir. It hasn't been easy." is.... You have been chosen for an extremely important mission." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient 2 I stared at him, nonplussed. He'd spoken with evidence of utmost candor, and the Chief of Interplanetary Security was not one to be "You mean that International Cybernetics picked me for a mission? That's crazy, if you'll pardon me, sir." Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched. "When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of his narrowing eyes. I let this sink in, then asked, "What made you ask for a man in the first place, sir? I've always understood that your own staff represented some of the finest minds—" We asked for a solution to an important problem. And your name was what we got. You, son, are the solution." Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his highhanded treatment of my emotions. "How nice!" I said icily. "Now if I only knew the problem!" Baxter blinked, then lost some of his scowl. "Yes, of course I nodded. "Like the old-time Boy Scouts, only with rocket-names for their various troops in place of the old animal names." I detected a tinge of cynicism in his tone, but said nothing. "What a gesture!" Baxter went on, hardly speaking directly to me at every civilized nation on Earth?" "You sound disillusioned, sir," I interjected. He stared at me as though I'd just fallen in from the ceiling or and then we got this red-headed kid with freckles like confetti all over his slightly bucktoothed face, and we—Sir?" I'd paused, because he was staring at me like a man on the brink of apoplexy. I swallowed, and tried to look relaxed. I thought a second, then nodded. "They've been having such a good time that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your head that way, sir?" "Because it's not true, Delvin," he said. His voice was suddenly old and tired, and very much in keeping with his snowy hair. "You see, the Space Scouts have vanished." Baxter cupped his slightly jowled cheeks in his hands and propped his elbows on the desktop, suddenly slipping out of his high position to go anywhere, do anything, commandeer anything I might need. All with no questions asked. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty chipper as I Phobos II . At the moment, I was the most The pilot, as per my videophoned request, was waiting there for me. I saw him as I stepped into the cool shadows of the building from the hot yellow sunlight outside. He was tall, much taller than I, but he seemed nervous as hell. At least he was pacing back and forth amid a litter of half-smoked cigarette butts beside the gleaming tailfins of the "Anders?" I said, approaching to within five feet of him before He turned, saw me, and hurriedly spat the butt out onto the cement floor. "Yes, sir!" he said loudly, throwing me a quivering salute. His eyes were a bit wild as they took me in. Phobos II when the incident occurred?" I said sternly, which was unusual for my wonted demeanor. "Yes, sir!" he replied swiftly, at stiff attention. "I don't really have any details," I said, and waited for him to take his cue. As an afterthought, to help him talk, I added, "At ease, by the way, Anders." "Thank you, sir," he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid position, but his face looking happier. "See, I was supposed to pilot "Chow time, sir. That's when you expect to have the little—to have the kids in your hair, sir. Everyone wants his rations first—You know Anders." Anders, after a puzzled frown, obediently threw open the doors of Anders, shaking his head, moved into the pilot's section and looked at a dial there. "Full, sir. But that's because I didn't drink very much, and any sweating I did—which was a hell of a lot, in this case—was a Anders, hopelessly lost, could only nod wearily. He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. "Yes, sir," he said, after a minute. "Even twice that, with no trouble, but—" He caught himself short. It didn't pay to be too curious about the aims of an "Why, yes, I did, sir. But how did you—?" "No matter, Anders. That'll be all." "Yes, sir!" He saluted sharply and started off. 4 "Strange," I remarked to Chief Baxter when I was seated once again in his office, opposite his newly replaced desk. "I hardly acted like myself out at that airfield. I was brusque, highhanded, austere, almost malevolent with the pilot. And I'm ordinarily on the shy side, as a matter of fact." "It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young, Jery Delvin, and even the finest history course available these days consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with the Amnesty."

<question>:
How did Jery act differently with Anders?

<options>:
A he was more helpful than usual
B he provided more detail in his answers
C he was better at observing and noticing things
D he was much more commanding than usual

<answer>:

D