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

<passage>:
"He was our only son," her husband said. "What did he volunteer for? Couldn't somebody else have done it?" him as a Man—but the ones he refrains from making. Like the decision "I've had enough!" If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch. "I don't know your language," Rashid said. "Then I'll speak English." Umluana was a small man with wrinkled brow, glasses and a mustache. His skin was a shade lighter than Read's. "The Inspector General doesn't have the power to arrest a head of state—especially the Premier of Belderkan. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return to my party." In the other room people laughed and talked. Glasses clinked in Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the "Help! Kidnap. " "Thanks," Rashid said. order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read was the second type. A tall, lanky Negro he had spent his school days in one of the drab suburbs that ring every prosperous American city. It was the home of factory workers, clerks, semiskilled technicians, all who alcohol. What else was there? Those who could have told him neither studied nor taught at his schools. What he saw on the concrete fields between the tall apartment houses marked the fools with me," he bragged. "When Harry Read's out, there's a man's work. Did you ever notice how our fathers look, how they sleep so much? I don't want to be like that. I want to be something proud." For the first time in his life, his father said something about his ambitions. "Don't you like America, Harry? Do you want to be without a "What do you mean, you don't want that?" "You could join the American Army," his mother said. "That's as good as a trade school. If you have to be a soldier." "I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do you care what I do?" Read went through six months training on Madagascar. Rather than resign, he accepted punishment which assigned him to weeks of dull, filthy extra labor. He hated the restrictions and isolation. And yet he responded with enthusiasm. They had given him a job. A job many people considered important. cards and shooting the bull and then there's a plane crash or something and you go out and win a medal. That's great for me. I'm lazy and I like excitement." One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any head of state whose country violated international law. Could the World Court try and imprison a politician who had conspired to Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch to build up the Belderkan Army. For years he had preached a new Africa, united, free of white masters, the home of a vigorous and perfect Negro society. His critics called him a hypocritical racist, an opportunist using the desires of the African people to build himself an empire. He began a propaganda war against neighboring South Africa, promising the liberation of that strife-torn land. Most Negro leaders, having just won representation in the South African Parliament, told him to liberate his own country. They believed they could use their first small voice in the government to win true freedom for their people. investigation by the UN. But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again. The car skimmed above the tree-tops. The driver and his two passengers scanned the sky. A plane would have been a faster way to get out of the country. But then they would have spent hours flying over Africa, with Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour. he's in the car." "Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors." history from Cambridge but only the Corp gave him work that satisfied his conscience. He hated war. It was that simple. Rashid turned his head. He waved frantically. The two men in the "Evade," Rashid said. "Don't go down." "Hit the floor," Rashid said. They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still Rashid raised his eyes above the seat and looked out the rear English and Egyptian. Read raised his head. The two cars behind them weren't fighting each other. A long way back the tree-tops burned. "How much farther?" Rashid said. The masks muffled their voices. Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana. Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened "Are you ready, Rashid?" yelled the driver. Read had seen dozens of training films taken during actual battles or after atomic attacks. He had laughed when other "Did you get Umluana?" he asked Sergeant Rashid. "He's in the booth. What's going on?" Rashid's Middle East Oxford seemed more clipped than ever. Rashid swore. "You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those machine guns, all the terrifying noise of war. But since his eighteenth year he had done everything his superiors told him to do. Above the noise, he heard Rashid. plain clothes anymore and he wanted to wear at least a part of his uniform. do a good job here, he wasn't the man he claimed to be. This might be the only real test he would ever face. He heard a shout in rapid French. He turned to his right. Men in red loincloths ran zigzagging toward the station. They carried "The copter will be here in half an hour. We'll put Umluana on, Rashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to the pound of his heart. What were the Belderkans planning? A mass frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill? He didn't think, anymore than a rabbit thinks when it lies hiding from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch above the trail. His skin tightened and relaxed on his body. "Listen," said a German. "They know we don't have any big weapons," Read said. "They know we have only gas grenades and small arms." He looked nervously from side to side. They couldn't bring the copter in with that thing squatting out there. Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good enough for the UN pain, had become a part of him. "I'll take a cocktail, Sarge." "Nobody. Anybody else?" "I'll go," the Frenchman said. "Three should be enough. Give us a Umluana. Read, the Frenchman and himself, he stationed at thirty-foot intervals along the floor. "Read, you've got to. I think you're the only—" "What?" decided something in the world was more important than himself, but he didn't know it or realize the psychologists would be The copter landed ten minutes later. Umluana left in a shower of surrendered the survivors to the Belderkans. His mother hung the Global Medal above the television set. "He must have been brave," she said. "We had a fine son."

<question>:
Why is Umluana speaking Dutch to Read and Rashid in the beginning?

<options>:
A It is the colonizer language of his own country.
B It's the language that the warrant is written in.
C It is the language being used by everyone at the World Court event.
D He wants to show off his ability to speak other languages.

<answer>:

A