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

<passage>:
"Get Gunther," the official orders read. It was to laugh! For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?" "Clear as the Coal Sack Nebula...." meteor coming like blazing fury. Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's skin. And then the meteor hit. It made a spiked fist and knocked the rear-jets flat, and the ship spun like a cosmic merry-go-round. There was plenty of noise. Too damned much. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't rushing up, cold, blue and hard. You could hear your heart kicking a tom-tom between your sick stomach and your empty lungs. Stars, asteroids revolved. Click grabbed Marnagan because he was the ended up cradled in a slab-sized Irishman's arms, diving at a hunk of metal death. What a fade-out! twitched in his lap. "You are bluffing," he said, finally, with a firm last. Two people were on it. The last I saw of them they were being pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed." directness. "A ship hasn't landed here for an hour. Your ship was the "Impossible!" "I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther." They both waited, thrust against the shipside and held by a hand of gravity listening to each other's breathing hard in the earphones. The ship struck, once. Bouncing, it struck again. It turned end over and stopped. Hathaway felt himself grabbed he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. The shell of the ship burst, air and energy flung out. Hathaway screamed the air out of his lungs, but his brain was thinking Gunther babbled like a child, his voice a shrill dagger in the air. "Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!" to his mid-belt. There was nothing but stars, twisted wreckage, cold that pierced through his vac-suit, and silence. He wriggled out of the taking place immediately outside his window. The pirates broke and fled, those that were left. A mere handful. And from asteroid crackup. Swell stuff. I'll get a raise for this!" "From the toe of me boot!" snarled Marnagan brusquely. Oxen shoulders flexed inside his vac-suit. "I might've died in there, and you nursin' that film-contraption!" pale. "Where are we?" "A million miles from nobody." They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. Overhead, the sun poised The silence punctuated that sentence, too. Upon the sharp meteoric rocks Hathaway saw the tangled insides of the radio, the food supply mashed and scattered. They were lucky to have escaped. Or was suffocation a better death...? Sixty minutes. They stood and looked at one another. "Damn that meteor!" said Marnagan, hotly. Space-meteors are never hot and glowing. If it's proof you want, I've got it here, on film." now, Click. Oxygen. And then food . And then some way back to Earth." to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and They stopped, together. "Oops!" Click said. limbless, suddenly. "Irish! We lost weight, coming over that ridge!" They ran back. "Let's try it again." They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened. "Gravity should not act this way, Click." "Are you telling me? It's man-made. Better than that—it's Gunther! No wonder we fell so fast—we were dragged down by a super-gravity set-up! Gunther'd do anything to—did I say anything Click's ears, the Irishman's incredulous bellow. The gun didn't hurt Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. "They're too big they can't get us in here!" Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: "Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! That gravity change we felt that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So, what's he do he builds an asteroid-base, and drags ships down. Space war isn't perfect yet, guns don't prime true in space, trajectory is lousy over long distances. So what's the best weapon, which dispenses with losing valuable, rare ships and a small bunch of men? Super-gravity and a couple of well-tossed meteors. Saves all around. It's a good front, this damned iron pebble. From it, Gunther strikes unseen the beasts. "People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the "If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid," said Click. at me! I'm in one piece. Why, hell, the damned things turned tail and ran away!" into their ships, forced to take off. Tourists and the like. Nothing suspicious about animals. And if the tourists don't leave, the animals kill them." "Coupled with your damned stubborn attitude about the accident—" Click "Hold tight, hell, let's move. We've got to find where those animals came from! And the only way to do that is to get the animals to come back!" we, now?" "With twenty minutes left, maybe less—" "All right, Click, let's bring 'em back. How do we do it?" "Click—" He was fighting hard. "I—I—sure now. Sure—" He smiled. thud of his feet hitting the metal flooring. Click sucked in his breath, hard and fast. "All right, put 'em up!" a new harsh voice cried over a different radio. One of Gunther's guards. Three shots sizzled out, and Marnagan bellowed. "I tied them pink elephants of Gunther's in neat alphabetical bundles and stacked them up to dry, ya louse!" Marnagan said. "But, damn you, they killed my partner before he had a chance!" The air-lock door was still wide open when Click reached it, his head swimming darkly, his lungs crammed with pain-fire and hell-rockets. He Click was afraid he would show his weak dizziness. He needed air. "Okay. Drag Marnagan with you, open the door and we'll have air. Double time! Double!" Ten minutes later, Marnagan and Hathaway, fresh tanks of oxygen on their backs, Marnagan in a fresh bulger and helmet, trussed the guard, tersely. They found themselves in a complete inner world an asteroid nothing more than a honey-comb fortress sliding through the void unchallenged. Perfect front for a raider who had little equipment and was rocket by, pulled them or knocked them down and swarmed over them for cargo. The animals served simply to insure against suspicion and the

<question>:
Why does Click suspect that the meteor strike wasn’t accidental?

<options>:
A The meteor was quiet and stealthy.
B Gunther had thrown meteors before.
C The meteor was unusually hot and glowing.
D The gravity threw them out of orbit.

<answer>:

C