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

<passage>:
A PLANET NAMED JOE By S. A. LOMBINO There were more Joes on Venus than you could shake Walsh's madness—murder-madness—when he ordered Major Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories "It will be a simple assignment, Major," he said to me, peering over "It will involve finding one man, a Venusian native." "I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just "Yes, Major," he said. "This man is on Venus." "And the man's name, sir?" "Joe." A tight smile played on his face. "Joe what?" I asked. "Just Joe." "Just Joe?" "Yes," Walsh said. "A native, you know. They rarely go in for more than first names. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name like Joe. Among the natives, I mean." "I don't know, sir." any of the other Venusians, so I can't give you much help there. He He ambled over with long-legged strides that closed the distance between us in seconds. "Call me Joe," he said. I dropped my bags and stared at him. Maybe this was "You are Joe, aren't you? Joe the trader?" "I'm Joe, all right," he said. "Only thing I ever traded, though, was a pocketknife. Got a set of keys for it." wondering just how I should go about contacting the Joe I was looking for. My orders said I was to report to Captain Bransten immediately upon arrival. I figured the hell with Captain Bransten. I outranked him "Where's the Officer's Club?" I asked the Venusian. and a bar. Behind the bar a tall Venusian lounged. I walked over and asked, "What are you serving, pal?" "Call me Joe," he answered. He caught me off balance. "What?" "Joe," he said again. A faint glimmer of understanding began to penetrate my thick skull. "You wouldn't happen to be Joe the trader? The guy who knows all about Mars, would you?" "I never left home," he said simply. "What are you drinking?" Joe. Among the natives, I mean. Sure. Oh sure. Real simple. Walsh was about the lowest, most "What are you drinking, pal?" the Venusian asked again. I started to pick up my bag as another Venusian entered. He waved at the bartender. "Hello, Joe," he said. "How's it going?" "Not so hot, Joe," the bartender replied. I listened in fascination. Joe, Joe, Joe. So this was Walsh's idea of a great gag. Very funny. Very.... "You Major Polk, sweetheart?" the Venusian who'd just come in asked. "You better get your butt over to the captain's shack," he said. "He's "Sure," I said wearily. "Will you take my bags, please?" "Roger," he answered. He picked up the bags and nodded at the bar. "So long, Joe," he said to the bartender. "See you, Joe," the bartender called back. Captain Bransten was a mousey, unimpressive sort of man. He was wearing a tropical tunic, but he still resembled a wilted lily more than he did "Have a seat, Major," he offered. He reached for a cigarette box on the open. A tall, blue Venusian stepped lithely into the room. "Sir?" the Venusian asked. "Sure thing," the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the door behind him. Another Joe , I thought. Another damned Joe. "They steal them," Captain Bransten said abruptly. "Steal what?" I asked. "All right," I said, "suppose we start at the beginning." Captain Bransten opened his eyes wide. "Sir?" he asked. "What's with all this Joe business? It may be a very original name but I think its popularity here is a little outstanding." Captain Bransten began to chuckle softly. I personally didn't think it "Get to the point, Captain!" I barked. "Easy, sir," Bransten said, turning pale. I could see that the Captain Joe. 'Hey, Joe, give me a hand with this.' Or 'Listen, Joe, how'd you like to earn some cigarettes?' Do you follow?" "I follow, all right," I said bitterly. "Well," Bransten went on, "that sort of thing mushrooms. The natives are a simple, almost childish people. It appealed to them—the Joe business, I mean. Now they're all Joe. They like it. That and the cigarettes." He cleared his throat and looked at me apologetically as if he were he were responsible for having put Venus in the heavens in the first "Do you understand, Major? Just a case of extended idiom, that's all." Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding "What is it, Major?" he asked. "Take your time, Major," Walsh beamed. "There's no rush at all." It might mean demotion, and it might mean getting bounced out of the Service altogether. Two: I could assume there really was a guy name Joe somewhere in that jungle, a Joe separate and apart from the other Joes on this planet, a trader Joe who knew the Martians well. I could always admit failure, of course, and return empty handed. Mission not accomplished. Or, I might really find a guy who was trader Joe. I made my decision quickly. I wanted to stay in the Service, and besides Walsh may have been on the level for the first time in his I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed. A tall Venusian stepped into the room. "Joe?" I asked, just to be sure. "Who else, boss?" he answered. "I'm trying to locate someone," I said. "I'll need a guide to take me "It'll cost you, boss," the Venusian said. "Who's the guide?" I asked. "His name is Joe," the Venusian told me. "Best damn guide on the The Venusian started to leave. His face broke into a wide grin. "No danger of that, boss," he said. When he was gone I began figuring out a plan of action. Obviously, I'd just have to traipse through the jungle looking for a guy named Joe on a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me. command. If he were transferred, I'd be in charge of Space II, and I would deliberately do just about anything. Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may have been a gag. But it may have been something a little grimmer than a "I understand you need a Grade A guide, sir," he said. "Born and raised there, sir. Know it like the back of my hand." "Has Joe told you what the payment will be?" definitely surprised. "Joe," he said. "Didn't you know?" When we'd been out for a while I discovered why Joe had suggested the me a while to realize they were addressing me and not my guide. Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of Joe, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment of the trip. In each village he greeted the natives cheerfully, told them stories, swapped gossip and jokes. And when it was time to leave, he would say goodbye feeling I'd had a long time ago on my sixteenth birthday. One of my friends had taken me all over the city, finally dropping me off at my own house where the whole gang was gathered for a surprise party. Joe "Hello, Major," he called, almost cheerfully. The gun didn't look "We've come a long way since the Academy, haven't we, Major?"

<question>:
What is the name of the Captain in charge of briefing the Major when he arrives on Venus?

<options>:
A Bransten
B Trader Joe
C Walsh
D Bartender Joe

<answer>:

A