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 night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a He began to understand. "And your husband needs an astrogator? That's "We need all the good men we can get." there, Ben saw moving figures. He could not tell if they were Earthmen, "Why aren't you with him now?" "He said unexplored space is no place for a woman. So I've been " Coma esta, senor? " a small voice piped. " fine, senor "Don't the authorities object?" ?" Ben shook his head. "Not very strongly. The I. B. I. has too many problems right here to He thought, There probably would be a crackdown." Ben scowled. "What happens if there is a crackdown? And what will you "I'm not buying." The dirty-faced kid shrugged. "Then I show you to good table,— tres . I do not charge you, senor ." The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and through the drone of alcohol-cracked voices. Ben stiffened. "And that's why you want me for an astrogator." Several times, Ben glimpsed the bulky figures of CO go?" Her thin face was criss-crossed by emotion—alarm, then bewilderment, then fear. "I don't know. That would be up to Jacob." , Ben told himself. "A Space Officer Is Honest" "A Space Officer Is Loyal." "A Space Officer Is Dutiful." For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead waiter. He wet his lips but did not drink. His gaze wandered over the faces of the Inn's other occupants. You've got to find him part of Ben as sight in his eyes. Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist from a corner of the gaping mouth. You can forget a living man. You can defeat him or submit to him or ignore him, and the matter is over and done. You can't escape from a memory that has burned into your mind. been successful. Ben, quietly and moderately, wanted to celebrate. Ben smiled. "If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here." Ben stiffened. He was twenty-four and dressed in the white, He'd sought long for that key. At the age of five—perhaps in order to dull the memory of his parents' , Ben thought. He took his drink and moved three stools down the bar. Cobb followed. "You don't like the truth, eh, kid? You don't like people to call you a sucker." Ben rose and started to leave the bar, but Cobb grabbed his arm and Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and Ben knew that he was dead. Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as, He was sorry he'd hit Cobb, of course. He was not sorry he'd run. Escaping at least gave him a power of choice, of decision. You can do two things , he thought. You can give yourself up, and that's what a good officer would do. That would eliminate the escape charge. You'd get off with voluntary , Ben reflected, n'est-ce-pas ?" Ben threw a fifty-cent credit piece on the table. "Here. Take off, will Ben didn't answer. ?" Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy. " reward must have been offered for his capture. Whom could he trust? The wheel with Ben as their focal point. Ben's direction. , his brain screamed. Just another second— Or would the exits be guarded? He heard the hiss. body overpowered him. In the dark world beyond his fading consciousness, he heard a voice yell, "Turn on the damn lights!" Then a pressure and a coldness were on his left hand. He realized that someone had seized it. "Yes." His thick lips wouldn't let go of the word. "You want to escape—even now?" "Yes." "You may die if you don't give yourself up." "No, no." He tried to stumble toward the exit. "All right then. Not that way. Here, this way." flicked on. Hands were guiding him. He was aware of being pushed and pulled. A door closed behind him. The glare of the flashlight faded from his vision—if he still had vision. "You're sure?" the voice persisted. "I'm sure," Ben managed to say. "I have no antidote. You may die." His mind fought to comprehend. With the anti-paralysis injection, at once. "Anti ... anti ..." The words were as heavy as blobs of mercury forced from his throat. "No ... I'm sure ... sure." He didn't hear the answer or anything else. consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness. He felt the pressure of hands on his naked arms and shoulders, hands that massaged, manipulated, fought to restore circulation and sensitivity. He knew they were strong hands. Their strength seemed to transfer itself to his own body. For a long time, he tried to open his eyes. His lids felt welded constantly above him—a face, he supposed. He tried to talk. Although his lips moved slightly, the only sound was a deep, staccato grunting. But he heard someone say, "Don't try to talk." It was the same gentle voice he'd heard in the Blast Inn. "Don't talk. Just lie still and rest. Everything'll be all right." Everything all right There were long periods of lethargy when he was aware of nothing. There were periods of light and of darkness. Gradually he grew aware of things. He realized that the soft rubber mouth of a spaceman's oxygen mask was clamped over his nose. He felt the heat of electric blankets swathed about his body. Occasionally a tube would be in his mouth and Always, it seemed, the face was above him, floating in the obscuring mist. Always, it seemed, the soft voice was echoing in his ears: "Swallow this now. That's it. You must have food." Or, "Close your eyes. Don't strain. It won't be long. You're getting better." Better "Yes." "Why?" Suddenly he began to cough. Breath came hard. She held the oxygen mask in readiness. He shook his head, not wanting it. "Why?" he asked again. "It would be a long story. Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow." A new thought, cloaked in sudden fear, entered his murky consciousness. "Tell me, will—will I be well again? Will I be able to walk?" He lay back then, panting, exhausted. "We're not in Hoover City?" "No." He looked at her, wondering. "You won't tell me?" "Not yet. Later, perhaps." Fascinated, Ben nodded. He gaped incredulously, struggling to rise from his pillows. "I—don't get it." "There are ways of finding out what we want to know. As I told you, we She lowered her gaze. "I hope you'll be able to." Rest." He tried to relax, but his mind was a vortex of conjecture. "Just one more question," he almost whispered. "Yes?" She hesitated. He thought, Damn it, of all the questions, why did I Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and knees, his legs numb and useless. The crying of the children was a chilling wail in his ears.

<question>:
Why is Ben a potential asset to Maggie and her husband?

<options>:
A He's an astrogator, and one that's now off the radar. He's free to do the kind of job they need.
B He's an astrogator, and a very talented one at that. He can complete the job they need done.
C As a space officer, he can help get them out of any legal trouble they might encounter.
D He's in a position where he can't say no. He has to do whatever they tell him.

<answer>:

B