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

<passage>:
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "That all, chief? Gonna quit now?" Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant. That was the first sign of animation he had displayed all day. "I am, but you're not," Hanson told him grimly. "Get your notes "Not a chance," Pete Brent grunted. Brian Hanson wondered dispassionately for a moment how his assistants could fail to be as absorbed as he was by the work they were doing, Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now. eyes. Brian just stared at her in numbed fascination. That was what the policeman had meant with his insinuating smirk. "Just ask for Myrtle." Pete Brent's joking words flashed back to him. Now he got it. This was probably the young fool's idea of a joke. He'd soon fix that. "Well, what do you think?" he burst out angrily. "I'm going to finish my bath and I'd suggest you go down to the laboratory and hold hands with Pete. He'd appreciate it." He got the impression that the girl was struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his dignity any. He strode into the bathroom, slammed the door and climbed "Get out of here!" he yelled and the door shut abruptly on a rippling burst of laughter. Damn women! It was getting so a man had to pack a gun with him or something. And Pete Brent. He thought with grim "Quit stallin', bud. You know who. That female rebel who was in here." "Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you say rebel?" "Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?" "Listen, bud, we don't do the thinkin' around here. You come on along and see the chief." Brian had had about enough. "I'm not going anywhere to see anybody. Maybe you don't know who I am. You can't arrest me." bewildered Pete Brent. "What the devil do you want? Haven't you caused enough blasted trouble already?" arrested is your idea of a joke—" "But, my gosh, I didn't send anybody, chief. And this is no joke. That wasn't Myrtle, that was Crystal James, old man James' daughter. panel last night. Communications been tied up all day." Pete lowered his voice to an appreciative whisper, "Gosh, chief, I didn't know you had it in you. How long have you been in with that bunch? Is that girl "Now listen here, Brent. I don't know—" "Oh, it's all right, chief. You can trust me. I won't give you away." "There's nothing to give away, you fool!" Brian bellowed. "I don't know anything about any damn rebels. All I want is to get out of here—" "Gotcha, chief," Brent whispered understandingly. "I'll see if I can pass the word along." "Come here, you idiot!" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant. "Pipe down there, bud," a guard's voice cut in chillingly. Brian retired to his cell bunk and clutched his aching head in frustrated fury. For the nineteenth time Brian Hanson strode to the door of his cell and rattled the bars. "Listen here, guard, you've got to take a message to McHague. You can't "Shut up. Nobody ain't takin' no message to McHague. I don't care if you are—" Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows moved expertly before his astonished gaze. Another guard was caught and "Somebody by the name of Pete Brent tipped us off that you were in trouble because of me. But don't worry, we're going to get you out." "Damn that fool kid! Leave me alone. I don't want to get out of here that way!" he yelled wildly. "Guards! Help!" find us trying to get you out of here." Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was right! He had to get out now. He wouldn't be able to explain this away. "Give me that key," he hissed and grabbed for it. jail. They burst around a corner onto a startled guard. "They're just ahead of us," Brian yelled. "Come on!" "Right with you," the guard snapped and ran a few steps with them before a blackjack caught up with him and he folded into a corner. Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock jammed immovably behind them. Two guards barred the street ahead of them. Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles and was tying his feet up. He couldn't move. The door was jammed shut behind them, they'd have to surrender and there'd be no explaining this break. He started mentally cursing Pete Brent, when a projector corner. Brian and the rebels bundled into them and took away with a The two carloads of rebels cruised nonchalantly past the Administration Center and pulled into a private garage a little beyond. "What are we stopping here for?" Brian demanded. "We've got to get away." "That's just what we're doing," Crystal snapped. "Everybody out." and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into the garage's repair pit. She fumbled in the darkness a moment, then a darker patch showed as crumbling, fallen in in some places and signs of new work where the rebels had cleared away the debris of years. Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel to another repeatedly until he had lost all conception of direction. of the two ships and the rest of the rebels manned the other. "Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?" Brian demanded. "Through that hole up there," the girl said matter-of-factly. Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back to the floor. The police ship was right on their tail. The girl gunned doing?" "Look! They're hit!" Brian felt sick. The slower rebel freight ship staggered drunkenly as a torpedo caught "The dirty, murdering rats!" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of outrage. "They didn't have a chance!" "Don't get excited," Crystal told him in a dead, flat voice. "That's "Wait, you fool. They may not even have seen us." But he was gone, running toward a group of ships lined up at the end of the cavern. "Who was that crazy coot and what is this place?" Brian demanded. The other rebels waited uncertainly, but not for long. There was the concealment. Then Brian and Crystal cut loose with the drives of the Brian grabbed her and shook her. "Snap out of it," he barked. "That's no worse than shooting helpless men in parachutes. We can't go, yet Crystal screamed. "Brian! There's more police cutting in around the entrance." Brian clambered out of the ship and glanced at the glowing points in the rock where the police were cutting their way through outside crescendoed to an intolerable pitch. A huge mass of stalactites crashed to the floor. "It's time to check out," Brian shouted. Crystal led the way as they fled down the escape tunnel. The roaring crash of falling rock was a continuous, increasing avalanche of sound

<question>:
Why did Pete send the rebels to break Brian out of jail?

<options>:
A Pete believed in the rebel cause.
B Pete felt bad since it was his fault Brian was in jail.
C Pete would do anything to help his boss.
D Brian told Pete that he wanted to get out of jail.

<answer>:

D