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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Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay 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 greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery end of the whole puzzle of THE SECRET MARTIANS—with Jery as the first however, the real reason (same as that expressed by Jean Kerr) is that this kind of stay-at-home self-employment lets me sleep late in the morning." 1 America that they were certain to be lovely in a Plasti-Flex brassiere without absolutely guaranteeing them anything, when the two security 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 the firm, trying to see just where I'd gone and shaken the security unless maybe it was that hair dye that unexpectedly turned bright green after six weeks in the hair, but that was the lab's fault, not mine. 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 heap of hot protons. "Come with us," said his companion. I stared at him, then glanced "Mr. Delvin," she said, her voice a wispy croak. "When will you be back? The Plasti-Flex man is waiting for your—" I opened my mouth, but one of the security men cut in. " W-Will I be back?" I asked desperately, as we waited for the elevator. "At all? Am I under arrest? What's up, anyhow?" Security men were not hired for their loquaciousness. They had a car There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy the ride, wherever we were going. " 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 of their uncomfortably slippery feel. "Thank you, sir." loudly. Baxter seemed to be trying to say something. "I suppose you're wondering why I've called—" he started, then stopped 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 "Jery Delvin," he read, musingly and dispassionately. "Five foot eleven civic-minded, slightly antisocial...." He looked at me, questioningly. "I'd rather not discuss that, sir, if you don't mind." is.... You have been chosen for an extremely important mission." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient I stared at him, nonplussed. He'd spoken with evidence of utmost "You mean that International Cybernetics picked me for a mission? That's crazy, if you'll pardon me, sir." "And," I said, beginning to be fascinated by his bewildered manner, and address!" "Uh-huh," Baxter grunted laconically. "It amuses you, does it?" The smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of his narrowing eyes. "Not really," I said hastily. "It baffles me, to be frank." "If you're sitting there in that hopeful stance awaiting some sort of explanation, you may as well relax," Baxter said shortly. "I have none fist down on the desktop. "No one has an explanation! All we know is that the Brain always picks the right man." I let this sink in, then asked, "What made you ask for a man in 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!" I detected a tinge of cynicism in his tone, but said nothing. "You sound disillusioned, sir," I interjected. He stared at me as though I'd just fallen in from the ceiling or off for an extraterrestrial romp, will cement relations between those nations who have remained hostile despite the unification of all Pomegranate Nectar, it was called. Well, sir, it just wouldn't sell, 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. After a moment, he found his voice. "To go on, Delvin. Do you recall what happened to the Space Scouts last week?" 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?" and tired, and very much in keeping with his snowy hair. "You see, the Space Scouts have vanished." per day. Otherwise, they'd all be gibbering by now!" "And your men haven't found out anything?" I marvelled. the ages of the children, for instance, and all their physical attributes, and where they were given only to Security Agents, so deadly was its molecule-disrupting go anywhere, do anything, commandeer anything I might need. All with no questions asked. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty chipper as I entered the hangar housing Phobos II . At the moment, I was the most influential human being in the known universe. 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 spaceship, and a fuming butt was puckered into place in his mouth. is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course, "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 ration packs, when I noticed how damned quiet it was aboard. And especially funny that no one was in the galley waiting for me to start drinking. Otherwise, we'd all dehydrate, with no water to replace the water we lost." after a minute. "Even twice that, with no trouble, but—" He caught "Why, yes, I did, sir. But how did you—?" 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." automatically act the part. A shame, in a way." "The hell it is!" Baxter snapped. "Good grief, man, why'd you think the I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. "Now you mention it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have about, the way people jump when they see it." "It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young, was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without Baxter smiled. "No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any such a situation!" I sank back into the contour chair, and glanced at my watch. Much too

<question>:
How did Jery feel when he first encountered the security men?

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A confused and nervous
B frustrated and annoyed
C guilty and sad
D nervous yet excited

<answer>:

A